The sound of popping champagne bottles awake me around ten thirty. I assume the guards must be having a Christmas party. My wet pajamas and bed sheets tell
me is prison, a place not made for celebrations. I had mistaken my water breaking for the sound of popping champagne bottles. OH, how do I miss
drinking champagne. I haven't been able to drink champagne due to my pregnancy. Currently, I am nine months pregnant and on the brink of giving birth. Painful,
contractions start hitting my body just like a baseball bat. I find it hard to sleep or move between these birth pains. I scream hoping a guard or a fellow prisoner can
help me. Everyone is asleep, therefore I remain alone in this fight. Surprisingly, I am already ten centimeters dilated. I realize the time for the birth has come
right now. I know this by the increase of pressure on my cervix and experiencing painful contractions. I sit down on the toilet then pull down my pants. I
associate pushing out a baby with doing number two. Slowly losing strength, I pull the nine pound baby out of me. I cut the umbilical cord using a knife since
I don't have any scissors. I deliver the afterbirth, placenta without a problem. I don't want any traces of the birth to be found so I flush the placenta down the toilet.
Crying, baby Emmett demands my full undivided attention. He enjoys drinking my breast milk in which makes me smile. Against all odds, I am blessed to have him
in my life.