As they hooked me up to all sorts of things, IV’s, oxygen mask, took off my shirt my husband and son watched, I kept say bye and I didn’t even know why, maybe because before I ended in a surgery room having a C-section? I thought I was going to die? I don’t know I had been watching movies of all sorts and for some reason I was scare and day dreaming of bad stuff. Suddenly the pain intensified, I couldn’t take it anymore, I was screaming like a desperate animal; it was like I had a tiger inside me desperate to get off the cage, rip me break me, and tear me a apart, the more I screamed the more desperate my son became… suddenly he was in bed with me and the midwife was calling the nurses, I only heard her say: “The head is right out!” they
