floor with her hands over her ears, but she could still hear the moaning and the screaming, the good kind.
She realized that he didn’t care about “it,” or about her and she felt betrayed. She had left her family for his love, only to find out that he didn’t love her at all. She had never wanted to have a baby, and now she was pregnant with his child, and he didn’t even care!
A week later, Ellie waited until he passed out, and she left him in the middle of the night. She hated him now and couldn’t wait to get away.
She remembered that her church had donated clothes to a woman’s shelter a town over. As Ellie walked down the road, a nice woman stopped her car and asked if she needed a ride. She didn’t usually take rides from strangers, but Ellie made an exception this time. The woman dropped her off at the shelter and wished her well.
As Ellie’s belly got bigger, she became more and more frightened. I don’t know the first thing about having a baby, she thought. What kind of mother will I be? I have no idea what I’m doing.
Now as the labor pains came, the panic started to grow uncontrollably. And she was scared and alone, except for the nice nurse that never seemed to leave her side. The nurse had introduced herself but Ellie forgot her name. All she knew now was that she was gripping the nurse’s hand with all of her might as the pain grew inside. An older man appeared in the room wearing a mask. All she could see were his wire-rimmed glasses, his kind brown eyes, and a shock of white hair under his blue hospital cap. It was obvious he was in charge. “Oh, she’s a young one,” he said to no one in particular as he looked at Ellie’s sweaty, exhausted face.
The pain had been going on for hours, and Ellie’s body was close to ready but she was exhausted and needed sleep.
“You can’t sleep now, young lady. I’m going to need you to push for me. You’re ready and your baby needs to come out,” the doctor said in a firm, but kind voice.
But as the pain came hot and fast, Ellie was terrified and she thought for sure she would pass out.
Birthday
PUSH?!
Ellie started to cry uncontrollably. The needle in her hand was pinching, and the sharpness in her belly was unbearable. Her skin felt dirty and the inside of her mouth, slimy. Ellie didn’t know how she was going to push.
“ I can’t!” she cried, her voice breaking. “I can’t do it! I’m so tired and I need to sleep. I just can’t, please don’t make me.” Ellie’s youth was apparent, and the nurse was filled with pity.
The nurse squeezed her hand speaking in short, clear sentences so that the girl would understand her through the pain. “You need to push. Now. Or you and the baby will be in danger. I am here for you. You can do this!”
“I can’t, I can’t!” Ellie cried. Her belly was exploding but she didn’t have the strength to push. “Please no, please! I can’t do it!”
The nurse took her face in her hands and looked her in the eyes. Then Ellie’s tears suddenly stopped. She thought she had never seen eyes like the nurse’s before. They were a deep well of blue gray, and were staring deep into Ellie, calming her. Ellie didn’t understand why, but she felt better, stronger.
“I am with you!” the nurse said in a strong lovely voice, never taking her eyes off her for a minute. “You. Can. Do. This! You. Will. Do. This.”
The room was silent for a moment.
“Okay!” the doctor said breaking through the stillness, “Let’s do this, young lady. Push!”
Ellie pushed down as hard as she could while gritting her teeth.
She held tightly to the nurse’s hand, absorbing her strength. “Puuuuuuuuush,” the nurse said in Ellie’s ear, holding it out as long as she could. Over and over, they did this, allowing Ellie to catch her breath for a moment until they made her do it again.
Ellie was sweating and panting and she could feel that her armpits were moist and warm. She was tearing apart from the