I was on the toilet with the door only slightly cracked when Marc walked over and said do you need me? I said "I'm sorry you have to see me like this darlin." I opened the door and grabbed the towel rack with one hand (knocking it completely out of the wall) and his arm with the other and said I'm pushing, you have to help me to the bed. I got on the end of the bed on my hands and knees, as this was the only way I thought I might feel ok. I had one or two contractions and told him he might have to catch the baby. He was right there ready for anything. Next thing I knew, felt like seconds later, Robin walked in the door, empty handed and ready for action. She had her game face on, she totally knew what to expect walking into our room. She had me move to the other side of the bed and lay on my side, she knew I did not want to tear this time around (it was probably one of my biggest fears and reasons why I didn't want to have any more kids😅)...
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