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THANK-YOU FEMALES!!

My Gramma's next-door neighbor had a baby. In her house.

There was no pain medication for the most part, there was no hospital equipment or whatever. No scans, x-rays, baby doctors, or literally any of that stuff.

And all this happened at 2am, when my family and I were staying at my Gramma's house so that we could go to my cousin Simon's wedding without paying for a shitty hotel.

Also, this was in Zambia. That's South Africa, for all you...er, non-country-knowers. Like, right next to Madagascar, but not an island. I don't know my countries that well either, oh well moving on.

So needless to say, this was an incredibly scarring experience for a 16-year-old boy. Not. Fun.

But I guess it was worse for my neighbor Alysson, because she was making a big ruckus. Luckily my Fahjah, who is a doctor (but not a baby doctor) was raised by his mom, who was a mid-wife at one point in her life.

Unfortunately, *I* am none of those things. I am just a pure simpleton to these kinds of things, because not only am I the youngest sibling, but I also live in a house with three other females who are like, idk, some kind of lady ninjas.

I've heard my sister complain about lady stuff once. Once.

So guess what I did!!

1. I curled up into a ball in my bed.
2. Messaged some people who didn't understand Zambian/America time zone differences. (I'm looking at you, EpicCroft )
3. Listened to My Chemical Romance on my iPod, cuz it's the loudest type of music I own besides Pierce the Veil and the Lion King Soundtrack. (HAAASSSS-AH BENYAAAA OR WHATEEEVERRRR-AH!)
4. Occasionally removed my earbuds to see if the baby-having was over and done with.
5. Texted my cousin K. William, even though he lived across the street. It was very nice to share fear and pain with someone, though he couldn't hear as much as I could.
6. Watched Loudest Dragon Ball Z Scenes on YouTube.

And despite the percentage of a chance that this baby could have been one of the tons of kids to be one of THOSE Africa kids *whispers* the ones that die *whispers*, it all went okay. I think.

The baby was a boy. He looks like a potato. His name is Harrison. Welcome to the world, you terrifying screamer.