Nathifa was huge and all I could really think of was what was going to happen when she gave birth. Would her baby be a boy or a girl? Would the baby be healthy? Would the baby survive? Would Nathifa survive?
And the more I thought about it, the less sleep I got. I ended up spending most of my time with Nathifa, forcing her to eat all the foods she was given and taking her for walks often. I wanted to do the best I could to make sure that Nathifa and her baby would survive.
“Oh Anat. We just went walking yesterday!” Nathifa whined.
I rolled my eyes. “Nathifa. Get up. Walking will make the delivery easier.” At least, that was what Nathifa’s mother told me. “You will feel less pain.”
She pouted, but knew I was right. Besides, she wanted to delivery to be easy. So she got up and took my ar
