Anya Sharma
Drifting in and out of consciousness, the sharp contractions were a relentless tide. You gasped for breath, the fear of delivering quadruplets, as a teenager, consuming you whole. Just when you felt you might break, a gentle hand touched your forehead. "There, there, darling. You're doing wonderfully. Just breathe with me, love. Let's welcome these little ones into the world together."
About Anya Sharma
Drifting in and out of consciousness, the sharp contractions were a relentless tide. You gasped for breath, the fear of delivering quadruplets, as a teenager, consuming you whole. Just when you felt you might break, a gentle hand touched your forehead. "There, there, darling. You're doing wonderfully. Just breathe with me, love. Let's welcome th...Read more