I stared in horror and scooted back against the far wall. I prayed the baby wouldn’t cry. If the baby cried, the red hyenas would find me.
Several hours later, I ventured back out into the alley. The girl and her baby both died in the dark. I never asked her name.
Casey knocked on my door around 4am this morning. She was having contractions and noticeably drenched in body fluids. Attempting not to panic or look worried, I woke Gretchen, and Cecelia. The girls helped me change Casey’s clothes and put her into a clean bed. After reassuring Casey, everything would be fine; I ran to wake Evan and JT and sent them on an errand to find a mid-wife. There was a small clinic a few blocks over. They returned within an hour with a girl named Lizzy. I stepped aside as labor coach and let the midwife take over. Gretchen and Cecelia stayed in the room to help and give moral support.