Her labor has started in earnest. Her muscles contracted and relaxed in waves to push her babies out. She tried to encourage the process but she is too tired. She is supposed to be breathing hard and in a pattern that works well with the contraction.
Unfortunately, she can't. Running for her life is finally taking a toll on her. Her lungs want air but her muscles are too tired. Her breath has become shallow because the muscles of her ribs aren't doing their job. All she feels is a pain in her chest instead of the satisfaction of a deep breath.
She began to sob. Tears fell down her face when she realized that she couldn't push. She tried and tried but her muscles were not listening to her. They are too fatigued. Her contraction began to weaken so the pain of labor reduced drastically. Her babies won't be coming out after all. But it isn't good news. She sobbed as life slowly left her.
"Why?" She wailed in sorrow.
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