Warning: Description of fetal stress.
Rebecca
“You got this, Malyshka. (Baby Girl) Breathe in and then push.”
I loved him, I loved him, I loved him. I had to keep chanting this, so I didn’t rip his head off. Before the doc got there, he was freaking out. Now he was my fricken cheerleader, and irrationally, it was getting on my ever-loving nerves.
I gritted my teeth as I pushed. Alexi held one of my legs wide while a nurse held the other. I was splayed wide open as Doctor Belmonte sat between them. She took some vaseline or cream and rimmed my vaginal hole.
“I see the head,” she said calmly. There was a mirror behind her. I looked, and I saw black hair. We weren’t sure who was coming out first. Our little boy or our little girl. Last time we saw the ultrasound, our baby girl was head
