As I feel a contraction, I am in a lot of agony, and the car ride to the hospital is within a reasonable distance.
Melvin's hand receives a gentle squeeze. "It hurts." Because of the pain that I am experiencing, tears start to fall down my face.
When it came time for my daughter to be born, she did not want to wait for us to finish at the premiere.
She's determined to express her thoughts as soon as possible.
Because of the force with which I am clutching Melvin's hand, his hand turns white. "You're hurting my hand."
When I look at him, I declare. We assure you that you are not about to extract anything the size of a watermelon from her. "All I ask of you is to be quiet and allow me to give you a gentle squeeze on the hand."
A further contraction strikes me, and I let out a scream.
