Sandy
“You’re already at four centimeters dilated. I think in a few hours, unless your labor stalls, we will see your little Dimitri,” Doctor Belmonte said with a smile.
I told Sasha I was thirsty when she left, but the nurse said I couldn’t have anything to drink, so she went and got me some ice chips. Sasha was feeding them to me right now. He looked both excited and nervous.
“You look like you’re going to throw up,” I said, panting after another contraction.
“I don’t like seeing you in pain, Solynshko. But I can’t wait to meet our son.”
“I don’t like being in pain, but it’ll be all worth it in the end.”
An hour later, the pain intensified. I was asked if I wanted an epidural, but I declined. I could do this.
“You don’t have to be superwoman. There is no shame in getting an epidu
