‘Pain is your friend, darling. Breathe’.
The contractions were every two minutes. Claire was exhausted.
‘I want an epidural!’
‘Remember we discussed this. Breathe through the pain darling’.
‘Ahhhhh!’ Another contraction bit her.
‘You’re doing really well, Claire’, the midwife reassured her. ‘We’re almost there. On the next one, I want you to push.’
‘That’s it darling. No pain, no gain.’
Claire turned to her husband, raised her fist and hit him square on the nose. He yelled out in pain, blood gushing from his face.
‘Just breathe through it darling!’ Claire turned to the midwife, gripped the bedrail and pushed.