I push and push waiting for me and dainsleif's new baby to show itself out of my vagina .
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Another minute passes and my body tells me something is coming.
I feel her need, her hunger, and I remember for a moment that I am a woman now, a mortal woman.
It's my time to feed my newborn.
I say "oh" a couple more times, and then we are transferred to a couple of private rooms where a nurse kindly helps me give birth to my second baby, who is smaller than his brother at 5lb 14oz. Once he is born, my sons are taken to be weighed and cleaned and dried. They are perfectly healthy and they nurse within minutes of each other. I stare at their beautiful faces. I feel a warm, comfortable, deep sense of relief and bliss wash over me. I think about how wonderful it feels to be holding these two small, pink, perfect bodies in my arms. I cry. They cry.
We stay for 24 hours in a postnatal ward. I am given paracetamol and steroids, as I was premature. I ask my husband, daddy dainsleif if he will sit
