The more I walk, the more I struggle. The pressure on my lower back is intense, my breathing becoming harder, and my belly rock hard. The worst cramps I have ever felt ripple across my belly, stealing breath and making my feet falter.
I can’t make it much further, and Michelle might as well be carrying me at this point. As we get near the bakery, my lower back is on fire, and severe pressure to my pelvis makes me feel on the verge of passing out.
I clutch the corner of the brick wall with the urge to bear down.
“No, Michelle, we need to get back, we need to get back. I think I’m in labor!” I rasp out.
“f**k!” she curses, looking around while grabbing my arm and keeping me from hitting the concrete.
The bakery door opens just as I am about to have my babies on the street.
Sondra
