Here's the next chapter. I wanted to write the birth of Eliza from the points of view of both Max and Zoe.
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Katie xx
The birth from Max's PoV
We made it to the hospital. Zoe was in a growing amount of pain. I held her close. I was her pillar of strength. I had to stay strong for her and our soon to be born daughter. I helped her as we were shown into the private room.
I help her onto the bed and she cried out in pain. I sat by her side not daring even for a second to lose focus on her. She was the most important person right now and I had to look after her. She seemed dazed. I spoke softly to her and my words seemed acts as a slight comfort.
As another contraction surged over her, she gripped tightly onto my hand, pain flicked across my face but I didn't have the heart to tell her. She was in more pain than I can ever imagine.
Zoe looks tired but no one can sleep whilst in so much pain. I'm trying hard to distract her but she's in a world of her own. In a way I felt helpless, the hardest part was seeing the person I love in unbearable pain and being able to do nothing about it but watch and try and support her.
She cries out in pain, I stroke her hair to reassure her that I'm not going anywhere. She has beads of sweat on her skin as she fought against the pain of the contractions. I wipe them off gently with a damp flannel.
It's been 14 hours since this all began and she's only 4 cm. I can't help thinking, does it always take this long? I can feel her body shaking, he energy is dwindling and she needs sleep but it's just not possible.
"It's okay Zoe I'm here, everything's going to be okay."
All I got in response was a little grunt. She's too caught up in what's happening to her body to take note of what I'm saying.
A few hours later we get the news we've been waiting for its time for Zoe to push. As her contraction reaches her she pushes with all her strength, this baby is coming and it's coming now.
I don't know if I'm ready, what if I'm not a good father. Okay compose yourself. Right now all that matters is Zoe and my unborn daughter. I breath through the pain with her, keeping my eyes locked with hers. She pushes again her finger nails digging into my flesh. With one final push, I hear a cry. She's been born. My daughter has made her entrance into this world. Our little miracle.
I let go of Zoe's hand and cut the chord. Taking her into my arms and handing her to her mummy.
My two beautiful girls, I couldn't be more proud.
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