Special Chapter 6

ASHANTI

“I can’t take it anymore,” I told Kristoff as we were in the labor room. This morning, I had several Braxton-Hicks that made Kristoff panic. The contractions had been intensified from then up to now.

“Baby, just hold on a little longer.” I don’t know who Kristoff is telling that—me or the baby.

He gripped onto my hand as before planting a kiss on my sweaty forehead.

I’ve known how painful it is to give birth but the ones I have read never really made me feel this way. This is—by far—the worst pain in my life. I have never even imagined feeling this excruciating pain.

Dr.  Johnson, my OB, with a nurse came towards us. The nurse explained that the doctor will be checking my cervical dilatation.

“You’re fully dilated now, Mrs. Marx. You can push now.” Dr. Johnson told me and encouraged me to bear down.

Kristoff was holdi