Querida Funck-True Voice Productions-AUDIOBOOK Demo
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US Midwest- Chicago, Great Lakes)Transcript
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the maternity ward was all bright lights and doors swinging open and shut as nurses hurried about. So many babies were being born that early morning that they had no room for me in a labor room, and I was put on a bed in the hall, unearths passing by, would stop and check on me periodically, Ruth decided I was settled in, so she left and she and Dad went home. As soon as my contraction Scott started, things began to happen fast. A nurse checked on me. She let out a little cry surprise and then hurried off to call my doctor and hurricane and get some help. A few minutes later, I was wheeled from the hall into delivery room and the nurse grabbed a doctor who was in the hospital and pulled him in. He checked me and said to the nurse, Is this baby's coming in two minutes I realized that my doctor was not going to make the delivery, but that was okay. I was in terrible pain now, but I could do anything for two more minutes. This has been like the wild ride of Mrs Toad, and I was ready to be done. I closed my eyes and pushed and pushed. And soon there was a baby. The nurse said it was a boy. I didn't believe that for one second I still had my eyes closed. Then the doctor also announced a boy. As the baby started to cry, he laid him on my chest. I raised my head then and looked at him 17 times before I could believe it. It was a boy. He weighed in at £9 pink and perfect. The Thursday curse that it played My family was over. I called my husband as soon as I could. I was so excited to tell him everything. We had a healthy baby boy. It was finally over. And what a crazy night it had been. He was Aziz happy as I Waas, but not surprised. He had never signed on to all of my theories. He was an accountant of being counter and he never counted any chickens until they were totally hatched. The baby was very cute, but he looked like he'd been left in the oven a little too long. His little eyes were swollen shut and his round face was almost wider than it was long. He had a tiny puck knows that was nearly smashed flat. He reminded me of an overripe peach that had rolled off the table trying to avoid being canned. I was crazy in love with him. I put my head down next to his soft, fuzzy round cheek and whispered, Hello, little darlin. Have you been into the peaches again?