"Push, Luna Olive, push! I can see his head! Just three more pushes!" Nurse Lillian screams at me, standing between my legs, ready to catch the pup that is coming out premature. He is two weeks early, and I'm two weeks more unprepared.
"Oh my Goddess!" I scream, giving another push. Every push drains more energy from my already weak body. They aren't over exaggerating when they say child birth is exhausting, and the most painful thing a woman will ever feel.
But it's a natural pain that promises a precious gift, so I can afford to suck it up and keep pushing until he's exposed to our world.
"You're doing great, Olive, he's almost out!" Zanthus chants, a proudness in his baritone voice. I'm squeezing the life out of his hand, but he doesn't dare try to pull it away from me. His hand offe
