Legacy (continued)

 Cheliana

         Oh, my! I was pregnant. I didn't want anything to do with the father, so I told him I was having an abortion and went to Canada with some Native Americans to the reservations up there. I came back, admitted I hadn't had an abortion. My prayers went from "End the suffering in the world, don't save me" to "I don't care if I cease to exist, please just save my children". I married the father so I could try to return to the congregation. It wasn't about me and what I wanted. The father figured out real quick he'd suddenly become popular and if he made me look like a bad wife, he got even more support and attention. The nobody no one could tolerate from the trailer park was suddenly a hero. When I caught onto that, I asked him if he was intentionally looking angry with me during services so everyone thought I was being a bad wife. He said yes. He knew I couldn't tell anyone in the congregation. They weren't allowed to talk to me because I was disfellowshipped. 

     In the meantime, I chose a midwife for this birth after the bad experience with a doctor. I was going all natural, no pain killers. The labor was long and hard, lasting two days and nights. Eventually they convinced me to take at least a muscle relaxer. They had me get on the bed to check my dilation. I overheard the doctor tell the nurse; "She's going to be ready to push". I said; "I can push?" "Yes". One deep breath in, a primordial scream as I pushed as hard as I could. I blasted wide open in a full body orgasm. I was alight with energy and asked the doctor; "Can I do that again?".