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Grandins to prepare the birth bed "Set her down Set her down!" she orders as if expecting the baby to fall out

"Not yet," I counter "Levi! Back to work Keep singing Molly, don’t push yet You can lean on the baby, but don’t push, it can’t be tiloves on The young wo to be seen

Levi stares straight up at the ceiling, afraid to look but still crooning, "Away, I’m bound away, ’cross the wide Missouri"

Within rowls and a round bald infant’s head appears at the opening "Okay, she can lie do," I coet Molly back in bed, but I barely have ti wo!" And it is

"Okay, Molly This is it Push like your life depends on it Push like your baby’s life depends on it I’ll hold your bottoe Levi, who has slipped from the room and collapsed in the hall

"Push, Molly Push hard! You can do it!" he yells, and I catch sight of his long legs and his far out past the door

"PUSH!" he roars, louder than any of us--and Molly does

In twoand pink, and I lay him in hisup Molly’s glasses and gently adjusting them behind the ears

"My baby My baby Oh, Levi, our baby!" Molly cries as she kisses the infant

The other wo too, checking the wo for the afterbirth

Levi creeps into the roo his eyes averted, and kneels with us "Great God," he prays aloud "Thank you for your bounty and for this gift which you have bestowed upon us" There is ht lifts ht lifts us all