The intervals between contractions were becoming shorter and shorter, almost every five to ten minutes a wave of pain struck, feeling like a knife cutting through her belly.
Tara Summer seemed on the verge of collapse, shivering all over, yet her cervix still hadn't dilated to the width necessary for a normal vaginal delivery.
She paced around the room, finding no comfort in sitting, standing, or lying down—she embraced her belly and eventually squatted beside the bed.
Liam Yancey stood behind her, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at her trembling form, wishing he could take the pain for her, which only solidified his resolve that they should not have any more children!
Tara Summer's pain was so intense that she finally became delirious, and before she passed out, she nodded her head in agreement to proceed with a cesarean section.
Having said that, she fainted into the man's arms.
