TW: Death in childbirth.
"Agh," Julieta screamed. She squeezed her husband's hand hard. Even though this was baby number three, Julieta could still barely handle the pain.
"I see the head," the midewife shouted. "Just a few more pushes."
"Agustín, I don't think I can do it," Julieta gasped.
"You can do it," Agustín whispered. "Ready to meet little Mirabel or Tómas?"
Julieta nodded as she pushed again. And again. And again. She kept pushing until she heard the cries of a newborn baby. "Congratulations," the midwife declared. "It's a girl."
"You did it, Julie," Agustín whispered. "Look. Our baby girl is beautiful."
The midwife approached the woman, ready to lay the baby on her chest. However, Julieta was unconscious. She didn't appear to be breathing. "Julie?" Agustín said, tears welling up behind her eyes. He noticed the amount of blood Juliet lost during the labor.
"Sir, I need you to step out," the midwife said. "And call the town doctor."
"I can't leave her," Agustín sobbed. Ever since she was born, Mirabel was branded as the Madrigal's bad omen.