Indeed, she did seem to know instinctually what to do to get the baby out... Grimacing, she let out a not-so-small "URGH!" noise, and then gripped Ernest's hand even tighter as she felt the baby bearing down yet again.
"Oh my G-d, please...!" she whimpered out, "Please... make him shut the Hell up.... So I can concentrate on giving this baby a good push rather than on how bloody sexy his voice is...!" She pulled her face up tightly into another grimace, as she gingerly bore down upon the baby again, and then she made an effort to reach down between her spread legs, in order to catch the baby's head as it popped out of her, still in the caul, of course, given that her water was leaking slightly, but hadn't actually broken yet...
"Oh dear G-D," she whimpered out, softly, trying her best to hold back the urge to push again, to get the baby's shoulders out, for she was suddenly afraid of tearing herself up down there, or worse still, wrecking the poor bebe's shoulders! But still- Mother Nature and Instinct could not be denied, and the babe's shoulders soon slid out of her, as well as a good amount of blood... "OW!" she yelped out, helplessly, and then made a move to remove the rest of the baby from her birth canal...
At long last, here she was: baby... girl Hemingway, as she would no doubt have been known in the hospital, if she were actually in one of those ridiculously sterile hospitals...!
"Oh, look, Ernest, sweet...!" she exclaimed happily, as she moved slightly within Ernest's embrace in order to clean the caul off the baby with a spare towel, nearby the pair on the floor... "It's a girl!" She grimaced slightly, as she realised just what this might mean for a man such as Ernest - so remarkably old-fashioned as to believe in the idea of dowries and possibly even "barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen", in fact! "I mean-- I suppose we could name her.... I dunno... Patricia?" Instead of the previously discussed name of "Patrick", that was...