I was kneeling, burying my face in the pillow on the upright head of the hospital bed. The midwife had said it was okay to start pushing. I was 24 years old, and had been dreaming of this for as long as I could remember. Finally meeting my baby. But at that moment I was more excited about being done with labor.
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