"I'd been having pains all day, I didn't think it was already happenin' so I did laundry just to keep movin'. It was the only thing that helped anyways, moving about. It was even a lighter load than normal, and I rested between garments... I had to. Then all of a sudden, they were comin' and I was birthin' my son in front of a damned priest of all people, for he was the one that heard me callin' for help. The doctor came and moved me from the floor to the bed, and not long after came my daughter." She gave a tired chuckle, though there was not much humor in the laugh. She looked so worn, her skin pale, and the thought of water had her sitting up and nodding. "Please."

The doctor had also warned her that she might end up feverish from the conditions in which she birthed Harold Jr. She didn't want to say anything to Pony, but it wasn't right to keep it from him. "There will be a woman coming to help take care of the wee ones and watch o'er me. The doctor is worried that I might end up with childbed fever because it wasn't clean... I'm frightened."