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Here is the chapter we have all been waiting for…

"Don't worry, we can wait calmly until in the morning."

Mike didn't look so certain when he looked at me. And he probably had a good reason not to believe me after everything that had happened since I first came here. But before he had the time to wonder about what to answer I continued.

We had reached the evening of May the thirteenth. It was twelve hours since I had gone into the hospital with Braxton Hicks and after that, still nothing had changed. I was positive I, Mike and all of the people in this place could go to bed and sleep tightly all night without having to worry about me.

But right now the hardest part was to let Mike know that…

"Well, Dr. Tricia said we could probably come in now since…"

"I don't need Dr. Tricia." I tried. "I just want to get some sleep. Now, you go to bed and I will lie down and, in the morning, - well, we'll see what's happening then." Mike hesitated, then finally nodded. "Goodnight."

"You know you can come and get me if you need anything. And I'm pretty sure no one will mind if you have to scream so the whole house woke up…" I just rolled my eyes at him. "Just please let me know if something happens. I know that you know, that you don't have to be alone." I just stared back at him and didn't say anything this time. "Okay, goodnight."

Finally Mike left the room and I was left alone on my bed, with Minnie already sleeping tightly on her side of the room with Lamby held tightly to her cheek. I could hear him walk down the hallway. Then finally. So surprising I jumped high. In the same second I heard the door to the staff bedroom close I felt a contraction, worse than anything I had ever felt before ran through my body.

No!

No way!

I was letting Mike and everyone else in this house have their sleep tonight.

"You stay in there…" I barely whispered, for Minnie not to hear me and be woken up. "…It might be that I don't want you to have the same birthday as your brother. But I am not finishing this day, with waking the whole house up by screaming in pain…." As if he heard me, and could cause it himself the contraction seemed to go on forever.

I had told Mike earlier that I would have liked to get some sleep. After all I hadn't slept much lately since, with a belly big like an elephant it was hard getting comfortable. But I didn't get much sleep that one night either.

It felt as if I was switching my position about once every second all night. Trying to find something that made me feel comfortable. Or at least made it hurt less with every contraction…

But it hurt. And the more the night went by the more it hurt. The less time in between the contractions I got to breathe and relax before it was time for the next one. It passed my mind more than once or a couple of times about what I had told Mike before we went to bed. And how I knew he would have wanted me to wake him up. But it was like that just made me even more stubborn for us to get through this night without waking anyone else up.

It was about five in the morning, with the start of the contractions about eight minutes apart that I suddenly felt something inside, like open and suddenly a big, wet stain was forming on the front of my pyjamas pants.

"Oh my God…" I whispered under my breath. "…Oh my God. Oh my God. My water just broke…"

And it was like, if it hadn't been real before then suddenly it really was.

I started keeping real count on how far apart the contractions were. And how painful it was the closer they came to each other. Then, just as I was thinking of getting up and going to get Mike and leave for the hospital, another contraction hit me and I couldn't get up.

"Kenny?"

I didn't get the time to get up and go downstairs. It was seven o'clock and the children were about to get ready for school- also Minnie who had woken up on the other side of my room and even though she only spoke my name I heard the worry in her voice.

"Minnie…" I spoke, shakily and my voice breaking. "…Get Mike. And tell him…" Another contraction hit me. "…it's time… I'm giving birth now." Minnie froze. "Minnie! Now."

The young girl flew out of her bed and ran out the door, it flying open after her while I heard her footsteps leading her down the hallway and the stairs until she reached the staff bedroom. I couldn't hear her then but knew she had reached the staff bedroom and soon I heard two pairs of footsteps coming up the stairs and towards my room.

hear her say something, and then new, running footsteps coming back towards my room.

"Kenny?" Mike came running over and kneeled by me just as I had felt the contraction ease. "Okay, come on." Without saying anything more he supported me from my side and tried to lead me into standing. "We have to go to the hospital…"

That would have been made easier if not, in the same second that I rose on my feet it started cramping again and I sunk down towards my bed again while it hurt more than ever. Making it feel like I was either going to pop or Boo was coming out of me.

"Mike…" I panted- "…I think that this is it. We won't make it to the hospital…" I had never seen Mike so scared before. "Or call for an ambulance…" Somehow I managed to push myself up towards the head of my bed until I could lean against the wall and hold my legs up.

"Come on Ken…" Mike seemed to have understood what I was saying at least and suddenly helped me to get the pyjamas pants off. "We need to get these off…"

"I want Johnny here." I managed to whimper.

"I… ehrm…"

"I SAID I WANT JOHNNY!"

I barely even knew about it. But Mike was holding on to a phone having called 999. And he was saying something to Minnie, who seemed just as afraid as I felt while she ran out of the room again, and after what felt like hours came back with my boyfriend.

"Johnny…" I whimpered, and for some reason I tried to reach forward. We were only lucky that before I fell right out of the bed, and came to sit on he edge where I could lean to my side and towards him. "It hurts. It's been hurting all night… I just thought…" Another contraction hit me and the feeling grew even stronger that I had to start pushing. "…I thought I could make it…"

"All night?" I could hear Johnny was trying to keep his tone calm. "Kenny… you're stupid sometimes…" I whimpered. "Are you sure?" He turned his head to look towards Mike. "Shouldn't we go to the A&E? Or at least call for an ambulance?" Mike gestured towards his phone. "You already are…."

"Yes!" I had heard Mike talking to the emergency services before, but until now his voice had seemed like in a fog. "Yes, I can see the head… No. This is absolutely happening here and now…" As I felt little Boo move downwards inside of me I had to start pushing. "No… Kenny, don't push, don't push…"

"I have to." I whimpered. "I can feel… I have to…"

Suddenly it cramped worse than ever. I had never screamed as loudly in my life as I did right then. And I just could no longer care for whom heard me or what they would know.

"…..We can all see Kenny's whole f*nny…"

I ignored Jody's comment from right outside my bedroom door. There was nothing else I could have done and she was only a child after all. One of the youngest in this place. But with Mike and Johnny still by my sides I could see it as Minnie went to close our bedroom door and shut it.

I didn't know why she stayed in the room. But Minnie sat back down on her bed and hugged Lamby close to her while more contractions went through me.

"I… I feel sick…."

I barely felt it coming, and Johnny barely had the time to reach for the trash can and hold it right in front of me before I started coughing, heaving and threw up several times in a row.

I wanted to keep pushing, I needed to keep pushing. But once I had stopped heaving and I had nothing left to throw up, also the contraction was over and I leaned back down again.

"I've been sick so many times the past nine months."

"Yes." Mike agreed with me. "But it's almost over now. You're doing so great. He's almost here… I can see that he's got your hair color Kenny. It's all red."

"I'm so tired."

"I know." Johnny stroke my hair while Mike tried to talk to me. "But you're doing great Ken. There's not much left now. He's almost here…" Another contraction just hit me and I tensed again. "Okay. It's okay…"

I had never been so tired really. My everything was hurting by now, and I actually couldn't do it but I somehow kept pushing anyway. I screamed louder than what I had ever done in my life. Out of pain and then some.

And all of a sudden it was like everything changed. The pain eased and while I could finally take one breath there was another noise. Another, new voice that did not come from one of the other kids standing right outside my bedroom door.

"Hello there little guy. Welcome to the world…" I could hear Mike greeting him, at the same time I was crying but somehow laughing at the same time while I reached my hands down and finally, after all of this felt like a million years, I could feel my baby in my arms. "Say hi to your mummy."

"Hi… Hi…" I didn't even know if I was crying or laughing or screaming or anything else. "….Hello… Imagine you were growing inside of me for all of this time. Sch, sch, sch… It's okay."

As something far, far away I could hear a car, probably the ambulance coming up the driveway…

But meanwhile everything I could see and hear and take in I held in my arms. And all, including his voice sounding so loud it hurt my ears, was a million times more beautiful than anything I could have ever imagined before.

And suddenly, only one thought was running through my head.

How was I supposed to give him up?

Well. There you have it.

Random fact

I was planning on writing it like this- with Kenny giving birth at the dumping ground, all along. Then when I got closer and closer and needed to plan out the details, I always needed for the whole night to pass by like that.

Either way, I wondered if this way of it happening- with Kenny forcing herself to stay quiet all night was very realistic. Actually, I don't know- I never gave birth haha. But then, just as I wondered I and a friend were talking about you know, pain and what things hurts the most. Either way, we came to the conclusion that that can be different from one person to the other. And she told me about another friend who gave birth twice, and the first time she was like "Well, that wasn't so bad" and the second she wanted to kill herself.

And with that I knew how to write it and everything…