They're strong enough for the winter. She dabbed my mother's forehead with a damp towel and smiled. Everything went well, thank God. Now I can have my say. Edith, having your first child at home is dangerous.
Nothing beats a clean hospital bed with a nurse and an obstetrician standing by.
They've got machines there in case something goes wrong. You wanted to have it at home, and now you've had it at home. My mother didn't answer. She had dark rings under her eyes, and there were strands of hair hanging down around her face. All she wanted was to sleep.