Giving birth is always a challenge.

From a young age, I had been a dreamy, adventurous individual, but I had always wanted to become a mother as well.

For those who do not know me, my name is Alice.

I am that well-mannered, posh young lady you read about in Alice in Wonderland.

Yes, that is me, the 10-year-old damsel who dreamt about falling into a rabbit hole, consuming snacks that made me grow or shrink in size, and the one who interacted with all sorts of talking animals and fascinating characters including the Mad Hatter, the Caterpillar, the Cheshire Cat, and of course, the Queen of Hearts.

I was almost executed by the latter, although I narrowly escaped, only to find out all along that I had dreamt an adventurous dream.

A decade later, I found myself married to a fine young man my age, Ezra. We had met when we were nineteen years old, and after a couple of outings together, we decided we were meant for each other.

I ended up falling pregnant and nine months later, I gave birth.

For those who do not know, I live in Berry Creek, California. It is distant from the cities. The day my son was born, Ezra was in Los Angeles on a business trip.

It was one early afternoon when I woke up with a jolt of pain.

I pulled myself out of bed and got up, feeling extremely uncomfortable and nauseous.

With great difficulty, I managed to get up and walk out into the backyard, before sitting down on the grass. I was feeling far too uncomfortable to walk any further. I went completely naked before setting up a mirror to allow myself to observe the progress.

I then laid myself down in the grass, all naked and bare.

Yes, I was there, all alone, lying on my back in my backyard in rural California, ready to give birth.

I felt a terrible urge to push, and bore down into my bottom.

"UUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"

I looked into the mirror. There I was, seeing my naked self in the mirror, with my bare breasts and body. I saw the opening of my vagina, where the baby was about to come out.

Another contraction came and I pushed once again.

"HUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!"

I gave another push, followed by two more. I rested my head on the grass.

"HUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!" I roared at the top of my lungs.

I was pushing into my bottom with all my might, as directed by my own body. My body was in the process of expelling a child from its womb.

With another push, I laid my head back down in the dirt, looking up into the trees.

With each contraction, I lifted my head and tucked my chin to my chest, focusing my energy into my bottom.

Pulling my all the way back, I gave it another go. I clenched my teeth and pushed into my bottom with all my might. I looked at myself in the mirror, where I saw my naked self.

The only thing that had changed was that I was sweating profusely and my face had become as red as a tomato. In the opening of my vagina, nothing had changed.

"HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!"

At that moment, I wished for relief. I wished that somebody could come by and give me encouragement.

To my right, a white rabbit ran by, disappearing into the bushes. I smiled; was that perhaps the same one I saw in my childhood dream? Maybe God was sending me a sign of encouragement.

With newfound energy, I continued pushing. I kept pushing for about another hour, before I finally felt a terrible burning sensation down there.

"OWWWWWW!" I howled.

I opened my eyes.

Looking into the camera and the mirror I had placed in front of me, I saw that between my legs, a light brown dot had finally appeared. The baby had black hair, just like its mother.

I heaved a sigh of relief. For all the hard work, I was making some progress and I could see some light at the end of the tunnel.

I gave another push into my bottom, and I felt my vaginal opening stretch.

"UUUUGGGHHHH!" I growled.

I was sweating profusely and my face was as red as a tomato, but I was determined to keep going.

Yes, I was determined to keep going.

This young lady was going to succeed.

I had survived Wonderland and a near-death experience at the hands of an enraged queen. Perhaps that was God's way of informing me that I could survive anything should He give me the strength, will, fire, and ability.

I looked into the mirror once again, where I saw that the light brown dot in my vaginal opening had grown larger; I had brought the baby's head to a full crown.

It was clear at that point that my baby had inherited my hair colour; he or she had blonde hair.

Determined, I gave another push and the baby's head moved forward.

A few pushes later, I felt the baby's face pass right through. I gave a sigh of relief. I had done it.

Well, almost.

After so much hard work, I had delivered the head.

All that remained were the shoulders and the rest of the body.

I laid my head down in the dirt, where I looked up into the sky. My view was blocked by several tall trees.

I gave a silent thanks to God as I breathed heavily. It was thanks to none other than His power that I was able to come this far and see my child's head hanging out of me.

This was it. I was on the verge of seeing my newborn child.

A contraction hit. I gave as hard of a push as I could, and felt something slide right out.

I opened my eyes. I found a baby between my legs; it was pink, tender, and warm, and had blonde hair and blue eyes, just like its mother. Immediately, I realized that the baby was a boy.

"I did it!" I shouted.

Tears of joy spilled down my cheeks. I had pushed for over an hour, and now, I was celebrating the birth of my child.

"I did it! I did it!" I shouted.

I held my child tightly against my chest, as I kissed him on the head.

"Samson," I whispered in his little ear.