Epilogue (One Year Later) Part 2: Amber

Luckily for us, our specialist agreed to move onto packlands for the last few weeks of my pregnancy. By the time we reach the hospital, I’m in tears from the pain. Our doctor meets us by the front door.

“How long are the contractions?”

“It’s just a constant pain,” Alex answers as he lays me on the hospital bed. “She’s had no relief.”

“Okay. Amber, honey, it’s Dr. Roberts. Are you feeling any pressure to push?”

My response is stolen by a sharp bite of pain to my pelvis. I grip Alex’s hand. Every single coping technique I learned during my pregnancy goes out the window. I barely register the rustling of bodies around me or the fact that Dr. Roberts is checking how close to delivery I am.

“The babies are