“Stop fucking telling me to push. I AM FUCKING PUSHING!” I scream at our doctor as she pats my leg and throws me a haughty look, and Arry takes my hand and tries to turn possessed rage to face him. The room is coming down on me, and I have lost all concept of time. My body is turning itself inside out with a pain they no way in hell prepared me for, and the stupid woman is getting on my very last nerve. Sweating, heaving, panting and trying not to break my teeth with every wave of ...