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the men to keep them out of the way but I did my duty in record time and followed the nurse to the birthing room.

When I got to the birthing room, my wife was having hard contractions. The nurses were busy hooking up the fetal monitor and BP cuff, so I took my place beside the bed and was stroking my wife's hair gently. "Stop IT," she said in a demonic voice. "Stay the hell a way from me," she growled. "You are the reason I am this way," You !@@###$$$$". "I want to go home, I do not want to do this," she said with tears in her eyes. "It is OK,"the nurse said in a reassuring voice. "Take her hand and hold it if she will let you,"the nurse added. I was frightened! I did not want to put any part of my body near this woman shouting out atrocities in a demonic voice. It was bad enough that my wife told me in the room that I would have the next child. If we had more! I held my ground though and things seemed to settle down in between contractions. My wife would take little power naps to rest and I dared not disturb her. I sat there quietly and held her hand.

My wife had weathered the storm from eighteen hours of labor and I had scratches on both arms to prove it. The nurse had two broke fingers and the stirrups of the delivery bed were bent at a forty five degree angle from my wife using them as leverage to push. It had been one hell of a night and the doctor had moved me to his side to watch. My wife had fully dilated and he was ready for her final pushes of the birth. I Had so many thoughts going through my head and a man has no purpose in a delivery room except for pregnancy fallout from the wife. I felt in the way, obsolete, insignificant, worthless and a lot of the uglier words my wife called me earlier. I was as exhausted as my wife in a different way and just wished it would all be over soon.

PUSH! PUSH! Those words will forever be burned in to my brain. All night it had been, BLOW! BLOW! Now it was PUSH! PUSH! The doctor was taking his fingers and making a little opening at the bottom of the birth canal and I could tell she was crowning by the way the out side of her vagina had turned from pink, to blue, to black in a matter of seconds. I watched as the babies head popped out and the nurse immediately took the ball syringe and started cleaning the air way. Things were going much faster now and the next contraction would be the last.

"It's A GIRL!", I said in the loudest of voices and the tears were flowing down my cheeks. The tears of joy were for my wife and my Mom. Girls just did not run on my side of the family and to finally be one of the sons to have a little girl was invigorating. My side of the family only had two grand kids that were girls out of twenty five boys and this was a bragging event if it ever was one. I boasted and grinned from ear to ear when I walked out of the room down to the lobby to where my wife's family and mine sat patiently waiting for news.

I returned to the room a short time later and walked up to the head of the bed to hug my wife and kiss her for a job well done. My wife was telling me how much she loved me and how special a man I was to put up with all her anger. All I could think about was earlier in the night when she had cursed me for every thing under the sun and I told her she was just being nice now that it was over. She was just saying all that now because she wanted to get in to heaven one day. The nurses had left the baby with my wife as she held the baby on her chest. All I could think of at that moment was God had blessed us with a healthy little girl. I tilted my head down and said a little prayer. Thanking God and asking for his help in raising her. He hasn't let me down yet and is still blessing me and all my kids to this day.

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