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I closed my eyes and let the wave take over, counting the seconds in my head as the pressure built. The nurse leaned over to check the blood pressure cuff on my left arm, the Velcro ripping with a loud, sharp sound in the quiet room. Outside, a light sleet began to tap against the double-paned window.
“We are at nine centimeters,” Doctor Davis said, her fingers moving quickly under the paper sheet.
I held Tilly’s hand tighter, the dry skin of her palm sliding against mine as the room seemed to tilt slightly with the effort. The clock on the wall ticked with a sharp, metallic click that sounded louder than the hum of the heater. The pressure in my hips felt like a heavy weight pressing down on the mattress.
“One more push, Savannah,” Doctor Davis said, reaching for a small blue bulb syringe on the metal tray.
A sudden, sharp quiet filled the room, followed immediately by a thin, wet cry that rose above the hum of the ventilation system. The nurse lifted the small, slick baby and laid her directly onto my chest, her skin warm and trembling against mine. The small red limbs flailed for a second before settling against my collarbone.
