The pain was excruciating, but I thought I was handling it pretty well.
I was just about to dive into the cold water to gather more food, my supply lost after I went through the third month eating frenzy, when the pain started as a small contraction. I stopped, having these for some time, but the pains didn't stop with me. I quickly grabbed my knife, some blankets, my leftover firewood and rushed into the bedroom, making a fire to keep out the cold that would freeze my child as soon as she came out. I laid myself on the stone bed and waited for the pains to become larger, and when they did they became large still. My pain tolerance was pushed to its limit, especially because I had to unwrap my lower half and the fire wasn't very warm just yet.
I grunt again when another wave of pain rips
