I was completely relaxed. With each breath I softly moaned with the knowledge that victory lay within my reach. We all chatted about the gender. About being so happy this baby would be born at home. The women gazed at my baby’s face, looking straight up at them, caught between two worlds but still peacefully enshrined in the caul. As the next contraction began to rise I said, “are we gonna push out the shoulders this time?” My midwife said Yes. “Here we go”, I said, and I bore down with all my might – with the courage of every woman who occupied this space before me and the greed of a mother who desperately wanted to meet her child.
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