“The contractions are now less than three minutes apart!” Dr. Stanley Baldwin shouted. I could no longer pay attention to the time. I could solely experience my sweat-soaked hair stick to my face. My eyes felt as if they had been about to pop out of the sockets due to the pain. I had clenched my jaws together so tough that I wouldn’t be amazed if my enamel had been beaten from all that pressure.
“Luna, when I need you to exert your strength, your knees and arms want to be dealing with outwards. Try no longer to clamp your fingers and shrug your shoulders. Don’t inhale too deeply, and when you exhale, blow out slowly like blowing out a candle.”
“Alright, alright!! F*ck!!”
This persevered for a while for about an hour or two. Other than the excessive pain, I felt like I wanted to defecate
