Meredith's POV
I didn't know when I fell asleep, the air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and exhaustion. The small bed cradled my weary body, aching from the monumental task it had just undertaken – the miraculous but taxing feat of bringing three new lives into the world. As I lay there, the struggle to find comfort seemed insurmountable, the narrow confines of the bed amplifying the discomfort.
The echoes of labor pains still resonated in my senses, as if I could taste the raw intensity of the pain that accompanied the birth of my precious babies. Each fiber of my being throbbed with the aftermath of the ordeal, a testament to the physical toll exacted by the miracle of life.
Attempting to shift my position on the diminutive bed became a monumental challenge. My body, fatigued and battered, resisted any movement with a symphony of protests. The very act of turning, a basic maneuver in ordinary circumstances, now demanded an arduous effort.
