In the delivery room.
An Yan lay on the delivery bed, her forehead damp with dense sweat.
She had prepared herself for the labor pains in advance, but she hadn't expected them to be so excruciating—worse than being shot.
After examining her, the chief doctor said, "A few days ago, the checkup showed a bit of fingertip dissolution. Now that the water has broken, you've dilated three centimeters.
After three centimeters, dilation will accelerate, and the contractions will become increasingly intense."
Mrs. Fu, your baby is in a very good position, all head-down. You can try for a natural birth first.
After all, recovery from a natural birth is faster than from a C-section."
An Yan softly hummed in acknowledgment, "Okay, I'll just wait for the dilation then."
"Is Mr. Fu not here?"
An Yan pursed her lips, "He had something urgent and couldn't make it back."
The chief doctor nodded, "Do you need someone to come in and keep you company? Mrs. Mu seems to be waiting outside."
