So, here I was laying on my back with my husband clenching my arm so tight, telling me to get the baby out over and over again. I sensed fear in his voice. Little did I know at this time he had just pushed the emergency button and was staring down at our baby’s head, silent and grey. His heart was in his throat and I instantly regretted all the built up resentment towards him hours earlier. Still holding onto me he kept close to my ear telling me to push and keep going.

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