Their job was to help me stay sane. As it turns out, I need them. A tight grip on the hand, a stroke on the head, and various positive affirmation sentences full of affection, that's what I need now.The position that should have been filled by a husband was replaced by four doctors who kept encouraging me.“Mock induction is the most painful, but after that, you'll be fine,” said Dr. Feby, whose hands clasped mine relentlessly. “When you feel that wave, all you need to do is push. That's right, push with all your might.”“But when the waves of pain disappear, you need to rest. Otherwise, your strength will run out before your baby is born.”That's what they say. Blame it on the numbing pain in my waist and hips, so I couldn't really understand what they meant. Other than straining, breathing, screaming in pain, that was all I could do. Without the help and direction of the various doctors who accompanied me, I wouldn't have been able to survive.“Do it one more time, Mom! You can do i
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