She exerted strength again and lifted her body slightly, seeing the little fleshy thing by her legs. That's her child, her baby.
Was he alright?
The rain outside poured from time to time, and the clear sound of the rain on the window could be heard. It rained for a really long time.
She wanted to see her baby, to hug him, and—even more—to know whether it was a he or she.
She didn't know how she had the strength to do it, but she clutched the bed sheets below her tightly—so tight that her left palm felt a sharp pain.
Finally, she sat up. It felt like this body was no longer her own; she couldn't even lift a finger.
She lowered her head to look at the little thing. He was so small and extremely cute.
Her gaze shifted down a little. It wasn't a 'he', but a 'she'. She had given birth to a girl, a small little girl.
