NANDI MOOR
I put my hands on the bed as I am standing on my toes on the floor. My brother is behind me, holding my waist and gently rubbing my back at every chance he gets. I am having contractions. I have been admitted to a hospital, and I have been here for two hours. I am having labor pains and this has got to be the worst experience of my life. The doctor should be here now; they should be here because, if not, I will help myself give birth. Yes, I am about to give birth to my baby girl. It has been the roughest final trimester, but I am glad my baby and I pushed to the final.
“Austin, it hurts,” My husky voice cried.
“It is going to be okay, sis. I promise. Just hang in there and everything will be alright,” Austin tried to calm me down.
“The doctors are waiting for the water t
