The same day (Katniss = 8 ½ months pregnant Effie = 6 ½ months pregnant)

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, get this thing out of me!" I yell as I clutch at the wall of the tub. The pain has been getting steadily worse over the past two hours, and as the pain gets worse my energy levels and will to have this baby decrease. Peeta has been brilliant though, he brings me bucket loads of ice chips whenever I need them, he gets in the tub with me whenever I want him and he is constantly whispering to me how well I am doing and how beautiful I am.

"Katniss honey, you can do this, just think that soon you will be able to hold our little baby girl in your arms" Peeta says as he climbs into the tub behind me and rubs my back soothingly. I lean my head onto his shoulder and relax back into the water. Just then as I begin to get comfortable, another wave of pain hits me and I double over. This contraction is much worse than the previous ones I have had and as I result I let out a half moan half scream. Peeta's arms wrap around me and I fall back into his arms breathing heavily, breathing away the never-ending pain. Peeta whispers to me to keep breathing and breathes with me, as the pain gets slowly better. Just then the door bursts open and a frantic Haymitch barges through the in doorway. By the look on his face, I guess that the sound of my scream startled him, because he looks all around the room for the source of the commotion. Haymitch (having grown up in the seam like me) knows the true dangers of childbirth and, like me, would have seen many women die in the process. Women used to come to my mother's house all the time, most who were experiencing extremely difficult labors. Half of the women would either die in the process of childbirth or loose the baby. This is probably why he as so anxious to see if everything was ok; he thinks that I could be going to go the same way. He walks over to Peeta and I while I continue to breathe in and out, in a rhythm, with my eyes shut. I feel one of Haymitch's arms rest gently and tentatively on my shoulder, "How are you holding up there sweetheart?" he asks looking at me worriedly. "Oh… well… I… am just having a… an absolute blast!" I say through my continued labored breathing. He just smiles as me and says "still got your sarcasm even in labor!" He then gives me a small rub on the forehead and heads over to the door, as he reaches the doorway he turns to me and says, "I am really excited to meet that little bugger…. and you look real strange in that position sweetheart!" He then smiles and walks out the door.

This pain continues for a few more hours, and at each point Doctor George checks my dilation, each check only gets one centimeter bigger each time and the feeling of disappointment waves upon me each time. However after being in labor for over 4 hours I feel like I would be more comfortable on the bed and in Peeta's arms. With the help of Doctor George and Peeta, we make our way over to the bed, where Peeta climbs up behind me. Doctor George then gives me a dilation check and tells me that I am just 8 cm's dilated. Peeta smiles at me and tells me that there is only 2 cm's to go before I can push.

The time waiting for my cervix to dilate to 10 cm's is excruciating, but Doctor George tells me that I will be able to tell when the time is right to start to push. I moan slightly at the anger that is inside of me because of the fact that this baby is not coming any time soon. Peeta pulls me back into his arms and leans over my shoulder in order to give me a loving kiss; I reach up and run my hands through his hair and a slight moan escapes my lips. "Hey, hey you two, there is enough time for all of that nonsense, there is only a certain amount of time to deliver this baby!" Doctor George says chucking at us from the other side of the bed. Just then there is an even greater pain right in the center of my bottom and I feel like my body is about to be ripped in half. I half scream half moan as the pain escalates inside of me. Peeta whispers soothing words in my ears as the pain continues to intensify. Haymitch must have learned that the screaming was just a natural part of childbirth (even of the normal and healthy ones, as opposed to the tortured screaming that would reverberate around the whole town when there was a troubled labor in the seam) and as a result does not come back upstairs. "That one sounded like a goodie!" Doctor George exclaims as he begins to check me. "Okay Katniss you are at 10 cm's, on the next contraction I want you to give me a huge push right into your bottom." Doctor George says and I nod in return. Doctor George then instructs Peeta to hold both of my legs up to my chest and to keep encouraging me to breathe.

Just then another contraction hits me and I feel enormous pressure in my bottom and I begin to push. I keep pushing for just over half an hour before Doctor George tells me that the baby is crowning. He instructs me to relax for a bit while he sets up the equipment for when the baby is born. I slouch back into Peeta's arms (trying to catch my breath while I have the time) and he uses a cold cloth to wipe the sweat off my forehead. "Katniss, hunny, you can do this baby! Just do what you body tells you to do and your little girl will be here in no time!" I nod, unable to say anything else, as I have no energy left to be able to talk. Just then another contraction hits me and I begin to push, Doctor George walks back over and resumes his spot at the other end of the bed. After a few more pushes I hear Doctor George say the words I have been waiting to hear, "Okay Katniss, the baby's head is out." I let out a sigh of relief and I can feel Peeta stir restlessly behind me. "Katniss, can I please have a look at our baby?" Peeta asks rubbing my shoulders, I nod ever so slightly and he slowly detaches himself from me and walks round to the other end of the bed. "Oh Katniss, she's…she's beautiful, she's nearly here, keep going sweety!" Peeta says through his tears that are streaming down his face at the sight of our baby.

"Okay Katniss, I want you to give me one final push, after this push, you will get to meet your baby!" Doctor George says and I nod silently while Peeta reappears by my side and gives me his hand to hold. I bear down and put the entire last of my energy into this final push. I let out a small moan as I feel her slip from me. I then hear the most beautiful sound I have ever heard, my baby's shrill cry as she is handed over to me wrapped in a white cloth. She is absolute utter perfection from head to toe.

"Oh Katniss… she is… she's gorgeous!" Peeta says looking down at her with tears dripping down his face. "I know… I know, she is perfect, our perfect little miracle." I whisper in return still in awe of this gorgeous little person that just came out of me.

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