You squeeze on my hands, Jubal ordered when Emma shrieked with pain. You squeeze real hard, so's to push the bones together. I never seen one come so fast, prattled Esther, who generally tended the kitchen. Oh, God, Steven fretted, pacing at the foot of the bed. Emma felt another contraction closing in on her and clasped Jubal's hands hard, determined not to scream again. She's gonna tear, Esther warned. At this point, there was a ker-thump and Emma decided Steven had probably fainted, though she had neither the time nor the inclination to find out. After
In a tense moment during labor, Jubal urged Emma to grip his hands tightly to help manage her pain. Despite Esther's comments about the rapid progression of the delivery, Steven became increasingly anxious, pacing nervously. Emma focused on squeezing Jubal's hands, trying to endure the contractions without crying out. She was determined to push through, ignoring the chaotic atmosphere around her.
As the situation intensified, Esther cautioned that Emma might sustain injuries during delivery, heightening the tension in the room. Emma's attention remained solely on the task at hand, and she suspected that Steven might have fainted from stress, but there was no time to check on him. The urgency of the moment consumed her thoughts as she prepared for the imminent arrival of her child.