09-06-2013, 08:33 PM
Verna held him up and rubbed his back, "I know," she soothed, guiding him to the bed and letting him kneel on the floor, the bed supporting his weight as his son's shoulders could be felt passing tightly through his hips, "You're doing good Allen, you can start pushing now," she said, "just push when the contractions hit okay?" She coached, rubbing his back and letting him squeeze her hand, "You're going to be okay,"