She pressed my legs open and slowly pushed into my body. I whimpered at the uncomfortable sensation of her hand and another contraction co-mingled in my body for a completely horrible experience. Withdrawing her hand she smiled, “Good girl. You’re almost there. About eight centimeters. Two more and you’ll be ready to push.”
I sighed, “I’m ready to push now.”
Dr. Nichols chuckled, “No Sicily you really aren’t. Unless you want to take the chance of the baby getting stuck and you ripping open.”
I grimaced, “Okay, I’ll wait.”
“Can I get you anything?” she asked.
“A shot of whiskey followed by an epidural chaser?” I asked grinning.