“Come on, Bella, just one more… that’s it; you can do it…”
Bella growls something unintelligible at the doctor, beads of sweat forming on her brow as she strains harder still. Her fingers are a vise around my hand as she tightens her grip. For a moment, I worry she might break some bones – hers, or mine.
All is forgotten when a shrill wail fills the air.
My eyes are fixed on Bella’s, unable to handle the sight of blood on her.
The nurse appears next to me, placing our son on Bella’s chest with a whispered, “Congratulations.”