"Aunt Santana, it's fine. My cousin was in labor for three days and nights, and she still gave birth to a healthy and lively son. Don't worry," Mrs. Connor consoled continuously.
She had a natural birth, recovered quickly, and with her husband's excellent care, she's already quite nimble.
"The nurse just said her baby's position is not right, making it difficult to give birth," Butler Santana's brow was heavy with worry.
"Even so, with medicine being so advanced nowadays, at worst she can have a cesarean!"
"I don't understand. Logically, she could have a cesarean, so why hasn't it happened yet..." Butler Santana was too worried.
"Maybe Mrs. Yale herself doesn't want a cesarean, or perhaps it's not suitable for her. There are many reasons, but the doctors will surely find the most appropriate way."
"Is that so." Butler Santana stopped overthinking.
She took a few more sips of warm water, feeling as though a huge stone was pressing on her chest, making it hard to breathe.
