My name is Cissy, a young gal from Canada. Unlike most teens, I prefer Beethoven to Bieber, schoolwork to video games, and piano to figure skating. My love of piano has been around for as long as I can remember translated itself into me winning numerous awards at the national level, playing with orchestras, and last but not least, studying with some of the planet's most awesome teachers.

Little did I know, however, that an amazing girl like me would end up pregnant, and pushing a baby out in the Prairies.

It was a beautiful morning in July, and I was resting on my bed at my dorm room, at Banff Music Festival, and summer music program for elite young classical artists. I was looking forward to spending three weeks studying piano, chamber music, and the like. My little sister Annie joined me, as with our friends, Sabrina and Amy. However, this morning felt unlike any other. I woke with a jolt of pain, and feeling nauseous. For several months, I had this bump on my belly I couldn't explain to be. I didn't know; surely a girl like me would never do stupid things. I sweated, panted, and was in pain, groaning.

My sister and I were assigned to the same room, which was good. I can't imagine how much worse off I would have been otherwise.

I walked over to my sister, who was checking her Facebook. "Annie, I am not feeling so well today, could you please tell the director, as I plan on taking a day off?" I asked. "Sure," she replied. "For the past 9 months, I have been feeling this way, ever since I did it with Dean", I thought to myself. What could be up?

I spent my day in my room. As time went on, the pain got more intense, and more intense.

Annie arrived that evening back into the room, taking Sabrina and Amy along with her, just to let them have a look. I was on the toilet, feeling a big urge to push. I let out a huge groan.

"Cissy, is everything alright?" asked Annie.

"Oh, Annie," I nervously replied. "I don't know how to tell you this, but after doing something with Dean last fall, I have been having regular periods of nauseousness, and crankiness. My belly has been growing bigger and bigger. I think I could be, pregnant. It has been 9 months since I did it with Dean, and now, I am afraid I am about to give birth.

"Cissy, what did you do? How could this have happened, and why didn't you tell mom and dad?" Annie cried. "They'd kill me" I quivered. "What am I going to do?" I moaned. "Help", I wailed.

"Let's call the hospital," Amy suggested. "NO WAY!" I shrieked. "I can't go to the hospital, I need to push now! Plus, I don't want to create a big scene!"

"Cissy, lie down on the bed and let me have a look", said Sabrina.

I lay down on my bed, and opened up my legs, just as a huge squirt of liquid burst out, and splashed all over Annie, who had come over with her towels. "Aaaarrrrggghhhh!" I screamed. "What are we going to do? I'm so sorry", I moaned, tears in my eyes. Another contraction came, and I felt the irresistible urge to push.

"Woah, Cissy! I can see some hair peaking out. You're ready to push!" Sabrina explained. "Come on, Amy", she called. "Get the camera"

I moaned as another contraction came. Annie kneeled on the bed between my open legs, and Sabrina grabbed my left foot, and pulled my left knee to my chest.

"I can't, this is so hard," I groaned. "You're going to do this!" said Annie, with her bright smile. "Just take a deep breath and push really hard!" said my sister.

I bore down with all my strength, giving all my might, my cheeks turning red.

"That was good, Cissy!" smiled Annie. "Do it again".

With another groan, I tucked my chin into my chest and gave another grunt as I pushed.

I gave a few more pushes, and then rested.

"I can't believe I'm doing this", I panted. "You're doing great, Cissy! You can do this! You've got it! You're gonna PUSH this baby out!" Sabrina cheered. "Yeah, Cissy, I know from the bottom of my heart what strength you've got! You need to give another hard push, okay?" said Annie. "Alright," I mumbled, breathing heavily.

With another groan, I gave another push. And another. And another. I felt a ring of fire, burning as I did. My sister and two friends cheered, encouraged. Amy took a cloth, wet with cold water and placed it on my head, while I pushed. And pushed. And pushed. I felt the baby's head slowly inch out with each push, before retracting a little each time. Annie pressed a towel to my perineum to help me stretch. It was not long before I felt the baby's face exciting, and before I knew it, I had deliver the entire head. "Do I need to push?" I asked, wearily.

"Yes, Cissy. With everything you have," my little sister replied. "Don't give up. I have my full faith that you can push this baby out!".

I gave another great push, ending with a loud scream. I was losing strength. I was exhausted. I couldn't continue. It was too much. This baby was big. "I CAN'T" I shouted. "Yes, you can!", said Amy. "Push, Cissy, push!". I bore down, and again, let out a loud scream. I couldn't do it.

Amy came over and grabbed hold of my right foot, pulling my other knee to my chest. "Get in and push!" she shouted.

I screamed, and gave a howl.

"Push, Cissy, push! Use your energy! Push it out! Push it out!" they cried.

With a big, long breath, I gave a great, loud, deafening roar, and out slipped a beautiful, blood covered, baby.

The three cheered in celebration, as Annie handed me my baby, wrapped in a towel.

"Oh my god, I did it!" I said, with tears in my eyes. Looking at the tiny baby.

"It's a boy", I exclaimed. 10 fingers, 10 toes. He was perfect.

"Good job, Cissy!" said Annie. "You did fantastic", said Amy and Sabrina.

"I have you three to thank, for your wonderful help," I sighed. "Thank you, Amy, Sabrina, and Annie for your help".