I was already a mother of three. Four, if we're counting the first baby that just came out. But the word that stands is, I am not weak. I will not be defeated. I will birth my last child safe and sound.
And nothing… not even when my vision is swirling…will stop me.
With a final, desperate heave that took every ounce of my remaining soul and strength, I let out an agonizing scream, and the second twin slid into the world.
As I felt it slide out of me, I knew it was time to stop fighting.
I had won… another war.
The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by my ragged gasps and the soft splashing of the midwives cleaning the newborns, followed by their newborn wails.
Sweat rolled down my forehead. Once again, I've brought life to this world.
I shut my eyes for a second.
"Look at them," Noah whispered, his voice thick with awe as he stepped closer, and I opened my eyes.
