Chapter 64 BASH

It's been ten hours since I brought Trinity to Maternity and Children Specialist Hospital, but her cervix only dilates from three centimeters to five centimeters. Trinity is still so stubborn when the contractions kick in. She stops walking and complains of pain instead. I'm already on my fourth cup of coffee. I'm done reading the book I brought with me. I walked ten times more than her just to encourage her to walk more. She's wearing a blue hospital gown, her hair is tied in a messy bun, and her hands are on her hips for support. I sigh helplessly. "Baby, if you follow what your doctor has told you to do, our baby will be in distressed, and you don't want that to happen, do you?" I'm so glad she didn't suffer too much throughout her pregnancy. I let her stop her job when she was in her last trimester. She complained of edema on her feet, but the doctor said it was normal. She informed the doctor not to tell us the gender of our baby until her last appointment. I tried convincing