Post-Apocalyptic Pregnancy (The Walking Dead FANFIC)

Labor

My body began to shake as it adjusted itself to the pain medication being pumped through the IV. I felt my back arch with another contraction and I wanted to cry but I ended up dry heaving instead. What little acid that was left in my stomach came rushing into my throat and tears began to pour down my cheeks.
Daryl was holding my hand and Pam was checking on me and preparing things constantly. She runs so fast... I think she said something about it taking awhile. Something about....? First babies? Take longer?
Daryl says that..... I'm sleeping so much because of my medicine.
I've been sleeping off and on and there's so much pain...
Pam says my body.... my body isn't 'coping'....well? That it's not opening much?
I resurfaced again for another round of fire through my back. this time though I stayed awake because there was this urge. It was like everything was going to go fine because now I knew my baby would be here soon. I began to push and Pam wouldn't stop smiling...
I started to sink again but I kept waiting for it-waiting for the cry. I fought everything in me for that cry. To hear my child's cry was all I would ever need.
I was almost in complete blackness until I heard it and I pushed myself to the surface to hold him. The best thing to ever happen to me! Jacob!
I examined him and was pleased to see he looked like me! With my face and hair, but his fathers body. I was so overjoyed that I began to cry silently. I held my infant close to my heart and began to drift, contentedly. He stopped crying after he heard my heart beat, reassuring him.
I was going back into blackness before I felt a shaking...
"Not yet Momma!" Pam chuckled. " You have more work to do! I need your afterbirth and you have to start breast feeding NOW."