Debi looked up at the mirror. Her eyes widened at the sight of the head - my baby's head, that's my baby I'll finally get to see my baby! - and she set her jaw and pushed.
And pushed.
And pushed.
Someone who sounded rather like Debi herself, only hoarse and exhausted, said something about "it looks so much easier in the movies!" and someone who sounded like her Healer (who was just out of kicking range, goddamn it) had the nerve to laugh. It felt like hours, like years, and nothing but that little patch of dark hair, she was still going to be pregnant forever and -
"That's it, here it comes!" Healer Abramowitz held out his hands, a towel between them. Debi gasped, grabbed for Zach, stared at the mirror -
And felt the unforgettable, unbelievable sensation of a perfect little human emerge from her body into the world.