By noon, Casey was in hard labor and begging for the pain to stop. I put on a happy face and reassured everyone Casey and her baby would be fine. I kept my fears to myself. I prayed a naming ceremony would be on the horizon, not a funeral.
There were moments I feared Casey wouldn’t have the strength to push her baby into the world. With every contraction Lizzy, Gretchen and Cecelia would yell, “Push Casey… Push!”
Casey responded with screams of pain that resonated through the school.
At 3:07pm, the baby arrived with a loud wonderful cry.
We all cheered as midwife Lizzy placed the crying baby girl into Casey’s awaiting arms.