I sat on my boyfriends sofa in his office as he typed, focusing hard on his computer. I was 38 weeks pregnant, which meant I was on maternity leave. I was also bored out of my mind of staying at home by myself. Brent didn't seem thrilled about keeping me cooped up in an office all day, but ultimately I won with enough whining. Brent owned the business. It was also mid winter and snowing. Suddenly the news started saying something about how everyone was stuck in lock down and had to stay where they were. Brent cusses, then walked out. Suddenly my water breaks. My eyes go wide. Seconds letter I'm hit with a contraction that causes me to moan in pain. Labour had just started and I already felt the urge to push. I slowly pulled my pants off, then my underwear. I tried to not push for as long as I could stand, but then I was hopping on all fours screaming. Brent runs in. "Tyler, no not right now!" I started crying," It's coming." He grabbed his phone and called an ambulance, that couldn't leave the hospital. "Can you just hold it in?" "No, it's coming fast!" I scream. Suddenly Brent walks down and I hear him ask if anyone was a doctor. Suddenly a short, black woman walks in. "Umm sir, can you please lay down so it'll be easier for me to check you." I noddded my head no, then screamed at another contraction. "JUST LET ME PUSH, I FEEL IT MOVING DOWN." I currently was jk force to be messed with. The nurse got right behind my ass and was rubbing my lower back, and Brent was holding one of my hands and steadying me. I screamed at another contraction. "You're wasting energy screaming." The nurse said quietly. "SHUT THE FUCK UP," I screamed. I started moaning and hissing through contractions, because deep down I knew she was right. After about 30 minutes I hear," One last push and baby's out." I grunted throwing my head back, I felt the baby leave my body. I had to stay in that position though and wait for the placenta to pass so she could cut the cord, which was done with some random unsterilized office scissors. Midway through the er people come and some random man starts sewing me up, while a lady nurse checks on baby. I grab Brent's shoulder," What's the gender?" I murmur weakly. "It's a boy," he tells me with a tear running down his face.
