The pushing had started, and the pain was unreal. Rheda was there to my left the whole time comforting me. My child's head was there, almost out, but her shoulder was stuck. They explained to me that they could potentially have to break her collar bone to get her out safely. Shortly after, more doctors and more nurses rolled in. I knew it couldn't be good. I looked up at Rheda as she held my hand, and she was saying, "You got this, mama," over and over again. She kept the encouraging words coming. Out came our sushi roll baby, but it was not over. My placenta was stuck to my uterus; I was in a panic, but Rheda, still there, still comforting me, still being the angel that God asked her to be.