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Chapter 29 - Labor

It started with a dull, nagging pain in my lower back. At first, I thought it was just the usual pregnancy discomfort that had been plaguing me for weeks. I tried to ignore it, thinking maybe I just needed to stretch or change positions. But as the pain persisted and gradually worsened, a flicker of realization hit me: this wasn't just another ache.

I glanced at the clock. It was just after midnight. The house was quiet, my parents asleep in their room. I shifted uncomfortably in bed, clutching the pillow as another wave of pain rolled through my abdomen, more intense this time.

My heart started to race. Could this really be it? I'd been waiting for weeks, knowing Rebecca's arrival was just around the corner, but now that the moment was here, it felt surreal—like I wasn't really ready, like it couldn't actually be happening.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to calm myself. Stay calm, Mia. It might just be false labor.

But then, the next contraction hit, stronger than the last. I let out a small gasp, clutching my belly as the pain radiated through me. There was no mistaking it now. This was real. Rebecca was coming.

I fumbled for my phone, my fingers trembling as I dialed my mom's number. It rang a few times before I heard her groggy voice on the other end. "Mia? What's wrong?"

"Mom... I think it's time," I whispered, my voice shaky with a mix of fear and excitement.

There was a pause, then the sound of her rustling out of bed. "Okay, honey. Stay calm. We'll be right there. Just breathe."

I heard her shout for my dad as I hung up the phone and tried to focus on breathing through the pain. The contractions were coming faster now, each one stronger than the last. I closed my eyes, my mind spinning. I wasn't sure I was ready for this—for the pain, for the overwhelming emotions, for the reality that in just a few hours, I would be holding my daughter in my arms.

"Mia?" My mom's voice pulled me out of my thoughts as she rushed into my room, my dad close behind her. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, though I wasn't sure if that was true. "Yeah... I think so. The contractions started about an hour ago."

My mom sat down beside me, her face calm and reassuring. "We'll get you to the hospital. Your dad's grabbing the bag."

Dad appeared in the doorway, the packed hospital bag slung over his shoulder. "Ready to go, kiddo?"

I nodded again, and with their help, I slowly got to my feet. Another contraction hit, and I clenched my jaw, trying to breathe through it like I'd seen in all those birthing videos.

"You're doing great, Mia," my mom said softly, rubbing my back as we made our way to the car. "Just breathe. We'll be at the hospital soon."

The drive felt like a blur of pain and anticipation. The streets were empty, and the world outside the car felt eerily quiet, like the universe was holding its breath for what was about to happen. My contractions were getting closer together, and by the time we pulled up to the hospital, they were barely giving me a chance to catch my breath in between.

As soon as we arrived, a nurse met us at the entrance with a wheelchair. I was wheeled into the labor and delivery unit, everything moving so fast around me—doctors, nurses, machines. But all I could focus on was the growing intensity of the contractions and the overwhelming realization that I was about to become a mother.

"Alright, Mia," the nurse said kindly as they settled me into a room. "We're going to get you all set up and check how far along you are."

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps as another contraction tore through me. I squeezed my mom's hand as hard as I could, trying to keep myself grounded in the midst of the pain. She squeezed back, her eyes full of encouragement.

The doctor came in a few minutes later, checking my progress. "You're about six centimeters dilated, Mia. It's moving fast, but you're doing great."

Six centimeters. That meant I was more than halfway there, but the thought of more hours of pain felt overwhelming. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the fear that was building inside me. I can do this. I have to do this.

The hours that followed were a blur of pain, deep breaths, and whispered encouragement from my mom and the nurses. Time seemed to stretch and compress, the world outside of that hospital room fading into the background. I focused on one contraction at a time, on breathing through the pain, on the thought of holding Rebecca in my arms soon.

At some point, the doctor came back and checked me again. "You're fully dilated, Mia. It's time to push."

I felt a surge of adrenaline. This was it. After hours of labor, after months of anticipation, it was finally time to meet my daughter.

The next part felt like a battle. I pushed with everything I had, my body trembling with exhaustion, the pain more intense than I ever could have imagined. My mom was by my side the whole time, her voice steady and calm, telling me I could do it, that I was strong, that I was almost there.

"Just one more push, Mia," the doctor said, his voice encouraging. "You're almost there."

I gathered every last ounce of strength I had and pushed as hard as I could, a scream tearing from my throat as the final contraction hit. And then, suddenly, the pain eased, and there was a sound that made everything else fade away—the sound of a baby's cry.

Rebecca.

The doctor gently placed her on my chest, and I stared down at her, tears streaming down my face. She was so tiny, so perfect, her little body wriggling as she let out soft cries.

"Hi, baby girl," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. I reached out and touched her tiny hand, overwhelmed by the flood of love that rushed through me. "I'm your mom."

Rebecca's cries quieted, and she blinked up at me, her big eyes full of wonder. In that moment, the world felt impossibly small and huge all at once. It was just me and her, and nothing else mattered.

My mom was crying beside me, her hand on my shoulder as she gazed down at her granddaughter. "You did it, Mia," she whispered. "She's beautiful."

I smiled through my tears, pressing a kiss to Rebecca's forehead. "We did it," I whispered to her, feeling a sense of peace settle over me that I hadn't felt in months.

Rebecca was here, and in that moment, everything felt right.

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