I could hear the doctors whispering some incoherent gibberish into my ears but I paid no attention to those because I was too flustered and too in pain to listen.

My stomach contracted so painfully that I had to hold on to Erik’s collar for support but unfortunately, my hands were pried away from his neck by the doctor who said that I was beginning to choke my husband.

I could feel a kind of painful tightening sensation around my lower back which made it quite impossible for me to sit up or even stand altogether but it didn’t stop there, instead it began spreading like a virus in a wave-like manner until it got to my stomach.

My fingers slowly flew to my abdomen during one of the series of contractions and I gasped when I felt how hard it had suddenly become.

Just when I thought it was about to be over, I felt a new kind of burning sensation down there, a tingling that felt as though my veejay was being stretched wide by some kind of external forces.

I could feel the baby’s head about to slip out from me, I could feel the beads of sweat that had clustered around my forehead and nose and even entered my eyes until everywhere stung.

And I suddenly could not take it anymore; I felt too weak and my body too drained to push on. I slowly closed my eyes when I felt a sudden calm wash over me.