The child seems particularly insecure, constantly moving around in the womb, as if clinging onto the umbilical cord and refusing to let go.
The fetal movement is exceptionally frequent, and the curve on the monitor fluctuates wildly.
The doctors exchange glances, clearly realizing the situation is highly unusual.
The tiny body seems to be resisting the call from the outside world, retracting with each contraction.
With every effort from Selene Kane, the little one inches forward.
But as soon as she relaxes, the little thing pulls back again on its own.
The air in the delivery room seems to freeze, and everyone holds their breath.
Selene Kane is utterly speechless.
She pants heavily, her forehead covered in fine sweat beads, her face turning pale from pain and exhaustion.
She grips the edge of the delivery bed tightly, her fingernails nearly embedding into the metal handle.
