"Come now darling, you're almost there" the soft voice of my husband encouraged. It had been four hours since my first push and I was sweaty and desperate from the aching fullness in my canal.

Another contraction seized me and I pushed downward toward the pressure, the tiniest tuff of brown curly hair showing between my shaven labia.

"Oh god it hurts so bad!" I sobbed loudly, my body shaking as I moved to my hands and knees.

"I know but just keep going. She's almost here" he replied, gently touching the babies hair before it slipped back into the folds.

"She will never come she keeps-AHHHHH!" I scream mid sentence, the contraction compelling my efforts down into my womb, trying desperately to expel the large baby inside me. Her head rammed against my tiny opening, turning it nearly purple and tearing ever so slightly. A quarter sized bit of the hair began to show as I pushed again.

"Yes darling, she's coming! Keep pushing!" He said as he began to count, pushing my folds back ever so gently, trying to assist in the great stretch.

"Oh my god. I'm going to die" I gasped, hanging my head between my shoulders as the baby slipped back in yet again. A cool rag met my forehead and a strong hand on my back began to rub firmly.

"You're so close, beautiful. So close." I moaned through the next contraction, unable to push due to exhaustion. He gently gripped one of my swollen nipples, rolling the bud of flesh between his forefinger and thumb to stimulate another pain. As it came, I shrieked loudly, closing my legs in response.

"No, open and push!" He shouted loudly. I gritted my teeth and reluctantly press my energy into my vagina which was screaming from the burning sensation. Nearly hyperventilating, he moves me onto my back as I beg him to get our baby out. "Grab the back of your knees and push!" I oblige quickly as his two pointer fingers slip inside of my labia and he begins to pull me open, nearly ripping me apart.

I scream at the top of my lungs as I push, flailing my head and gasping for air as the head descends further. This time, the small tuft does not disappear but instead, sits at my entrance.

"Oh god get her out. Please I'm begging you! I can't do it anymore more!" But there is no reasoning with nature and as another pain comes, he pulls my opening out against the head. I let go of my legs and hold my arched back as my head falls back and my mouth falls open, letting out the loudest scream yet as I push. The head grows more and more visible, nearing crowing at this point. As it is, I buck my hips wildly and try to get up and away from myself. He firmly grabs my hips and pulls me to the end of the bed so my bottom is at the edge and grabs the back of my thighs, pushing my knees to my shoulders.

"PUSH!!" He bellows loudly and I cannot help but oblige his command as the contraction wells up into my womb. My legs shake as I push with effort, my cheeks growing dark red. The baby begins to push out further, my lips spreading apart wide enough to now see the crown of her head.

He holds my legs back with his arm and with one finger, gently massages around my gashed opening. "Oh baby. It's gorgeous. Your crown is gorgeous" he marvels and I respond with a loud scream as the next pain hits and I close my eyes, pushing for a brief second before shouting out in a panic, "she's stuck! I can't push anymore!" Tears come to my eyes and I sob loudly.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, the biggest contraction yet propels our baby forward and the head is delivered amongst the gush of amniotic fluid. "Oh god! Oh god pull her out!" I scream, attempting to push against the fullness of the shoulders. He shakes his head. "No baby push the shoulders. You got it."

I bear down as hard as I can and the first shoulder begins to descend with agonizing slowness. "Here she comes!" He shouts over my squeals of pain. I feel the first pop out and a second, following shortly after is her long body. He catches her and immediately, every bit of the 6 hours of pushing was worth it.

I smile up at him. "I can't wait for number 2."