Chapter 200 – History Repeats

• Seven hours later, I’m all exhausted and sweaty, leaning up against the headboard of the bed and reaching for my little baby boy as the midwife wraps him up and leans down to place him in my arms.
• “Seven hours from start to finish,” she says, shaking her head at me and then up at Frankie, who stands at my side. “Honestly, ‘Ambi, you should have ten children – it is like breathing for you.”
• I laugh a little, glancing up at her before returning my eyes to the precious little baby wrapped up in my arms. “She’ll have to try to convince me of that on another day, won’t she baby?” I coo to him, my voice sing-song even as he wrinkles his little face in disdain. “Because it did not feel as easy as breathing when I was pushing you out, did it!? No baby! It hurt like hell!”