Date: 4-1-2027
Peyton's p.o.v
Morning prophesies a great change is on the horizon. Feeling the need to urinate, I wobble into the bathroom. The sound of popping champagne bottles catches me
off guard . OH, how do I miss drinking champagne. I look down and realize my gown is soaking wet. I had mistaken the sound of popping champagne bottles for my
water breaking. A "bloody show" soon follow afterwards. A bloody show refers to the release of a blood-tinged mucous plug from my cervix. The blood is caused by tiny
blood vessels rupturing as my cervix begins to thin and dilate. Painful, contractions make it hard for me to move. My loud intense wails interrupt Lucas' peaceful sleep.
He acknowledges that the baby is coming and begins setting up the birthing pool. Carefully, he helps me to sit down in the warm water. My screams sound like
ambulance sirens. Sawyer and Lucky rush to my aid. I am grateful for my family's help during this hour of great agony. "Wow. The contractions are coming every five
minutes" Lucas points out looking at his watch. "I have to vomit" nauseous, I moan grabbing hold of my stomach. "You can vomit in this bucket" Lucas offers giving me a
bucket. . "You threw up. Thats not normal" Sawyer panics. "Mom, please don't leave me" crying, Lucky pleads. "I am not dying. Its all part of the birthing process" I
assure them. Lucas hands me a bottle of water and a peppermint. Several hours pass and neither the midwife or Aidan are here yet. Eventually, the midwife calls to say
she is stuck in traffic. She won't be able to make it to the birth. " Peyton, you should have baby at the hospital" Lucas suggests. I want to argue with him, but the urge
to push is taking over. "I need to push. You will have to deliver the baby" I demand in between contractions. "You are having a baby. You need medical attention" he
stresses. "My pain is only just temporary. I will not die" I promise squeezing his hand. Lucas puts his hand underneath my dress in preparation to catch the
baby. Lucky and Sawyer cheer as I begin to push.