“HAVE YOU thought about what to name them?” asked Flint when she slipped a thin blanket over me.
Three hours of the longest day of my life had passed. I had successfully delivered three perfect little baby boys into this world with nothing but a rugged veil underneath my back and two under-experienced birth assistants. With nothing but warm water and soothing whispers from the woman who had given birth to a child before. With nothing but a dimmed-lit light and screams of encouragement from a young girl who was soon to be my best friend.
It was crazy how, if I thought about it again, I had survived all that. Especially delivering three babies at the same time. However, to be a great mother, you must endure the pain of giving birth first to be able to love your babies unconditionally, I gu
