I fell to the floor of the church screaming. This was pure agony and everyone sat there, watching me. No one was allowed to help me, I had to pay for my sins, I had to do this alone. I was wriggling on the floor where the preacher usually preached. I had just been in a separate room, laboring alone, nothing to grab onto but the side of the bed. Someone in a robe had walked in and checked my dialation, then I was thrown on the floor in the sanctuary in front of most of the church congregation. I screamed as another contraction hit me. I had no drugs, no aid, nothing. I crawled my way to a wall, my stomach nearly touching the ground. I leaned up against the wall preparing myself to push. Another wave hit me and I did what I had to do. The baby was still way up and I had so much to do. I was so tired, I was in so much pain. I started sobbing, till a church official walked up smacking me across the face. I felt my face welp up. I pushed again, moaning in absolute agony. The baby was on my pelvis. I pushed, not as strong this time, I felt I was going crazy, my soul seemed to leave my body, I could see myself laying on the ground. I grounded myself again pushing, trying to keep my vision straight. I felt the baby crowning, the pain intensified, this was unbearable. I screamed again, unable to control it. I winced as I thought someone was going to hit me again, but no one came. I was moaning, my vision was beginning to black out. I forced myself to push again, this was the only way out. The baby's head was almost out. I kept pushing, wave after wave of agonizing contractions. The shoulders were painful I couldn't rotate them so I felt as the baby spun still halfway inside of me. I hear a rip, I knew I had torn, and it sounded like it was severe. I pushed one more time and the baby's body fell to the floor. A person from the front row came and cut the cord of the baby. What I assume was a he gave the baby to me motioning for me to breastfeed. I didn't even look at the baby, I simply pulled my shirt down and forced the thing to do what it was supposed to do. It was slimy and gross. Contractions were still coming. Something else was coming I thought it was another baby, but it was just the placenta. Once the baby suckled me. The dreadful thing was taken from me, and I was forced to me feet, I had lost way to much blood, and the lack of it caused me to black out. I only remember hitting the floor of the church hard, surrounded by people in robes.
