He was probably thinking “what is she thinking of me? Why am I giving in to something I know is excruciating but it’s exactly what I wanted … is this what it’s like to push a baby out?” Twisting, turning, twitching all over the bed like a bird trying to get out of it’s shell he was making so much sweat on the bed he almost slid right off two times and I had to save him from falling. It didn’t matter to him that he almost fell two feet to land on his bum he was concerned about two things only, freedom and time both of which I had taken away from him. If it was me I would have taken the second …
