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Date: Mon Feb 28 5:59 PM, 2011

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I was serving a 4 year sentence in the state prison. It wasn’t for anything violent, just a few robberies. I had gotten a good reputation in prison, no body messed with me, and most people respected me. I was really happy the last few weeks because my cell mate was transferred to another prison, and I had the cell to myself. The cell was 4 feet by 8 feet, with a toilet and a small desk. We were in lock up for 23 hours a day, so you had to make it work for you. I’d spend my time doing push-ups, sit ups, and trying to keep myself sane. While it was nice to have the place to myself, it did help to have someone there to talk to.

One day the guards came and let me know I was getting a new cellmate, so I needed to clean up the empty bunk. I had taken over the bottom bunk and used the top for storing my things. I was excited to see who they brought in.

His name was Ed. He was about 6 feet tall and had a decent build. He looked like the kind of guy you wouldn’t mess with. We didn’t talk much when he first moved in. He was in for some robberies too, so we had that in common. One weird thing about Ed was that the first few weeks he was with me he was sick all the time. I’d always wake up to him throwing up in the morning, and go to bed with him throwing up in the evening. It was probably the prison food, it wasn’t the best, and the calorie content was terrible. Guys had to work out constantly not to gain weight. Ed on the other hand threw up all the time, and still managed to put on some weight.

After about 2 months of Ed’s constant sickness I convinced him to ask to go to the infirmary. I really didn’t want to catch what he had, and the prison officials didn’t want him to spread it around the yard. When he got back from the infirmary Ed looked white as a ghost. I asked him what was up. “Pregnant.” That’s all he said.

From what the sub-par doctors told him, Ed was about 4 months pregnant. Looking at him I could really see it now. Without AC in our cells most guys took to wearing boxers and wife beaters. Ed’s muscles were still huge, but I could see the weight developing in his belly. I agreed to give Ed the bottom bunk, because as the pregnancy progressed, I couldn’t imagine him getting up to the top.

Everyone was pretty cool with Ed when they found out about the pregnancy, no one messed with him on the yard, and they respected his space in the showers. I attribute a lot of that to me, he was a friend, and no one messed with my friends. There was, however, one exception. Hawkins, or rather as everyone else in the block called him...Beast. He was a good 6'6” and muscled to all hell. He was a bit crazy and definitely a loner. No one really knew why he was in the block, a lot of the guys were sure that it was repeated counts of aggravated assault. He was always looming around, never saying a word, but giving Ed the eye. I didn't feel like getting sent to solitude for getting the jump on him, so I just waited and watched.

The prison officials were terrible, and it was almost neglectful what they put him through. He visited the doctors once every 3 weeks, and was given prenatal vitamins because the food at the prison was so bad. Ed wasn’t given any extra time in the yard for exercise. He was also told that when he did give birth he would have to do it in the dirty prison hospital and they would take his baby right away to protective services. Ed didn’t have any family, and didn’t know who the father was.

Ed and I really started to bond over his pregnancy. I was there when it first kicked. We were just in our bunks when he yelled for me to jump down. He quickly grabbed my hand and placed it on his growing abdomen. It was cool to feel it moving around like that. Ed’s belly started to grow quickly during the last few months of his pregnancy. Because the guards were dicks, they didn’t give him bigger cloths, so he was stuck with the pants that he was assigned. He just wore them low on his belly, the prison tops didn’t fit as well, so most of the time his gut was out for the world to see. It was quite a sight. He has a few tattoos on his belly that began to stretch out and look really weird. He had some tribal art that went down his side, and as his belly began to grow, it became stretched out.

The infirmary didn’t care very much about Ed, or give him much attention so I began to read up on pregnancy and birth, so I could help him prepare. Because we had so much time in prison, I read nearly every book the library had to offer. I’d routinely give Ed tours of his belly. I’d place my hands on his swollen gut and feel around for the baby. Judging by my non expert opinion, I thought he baby was a good size. I also did my best to figure out how far along he was.

Sometime near the end of the pregnancy, Ed and I were in the communal showers. I finished up and went to go grab my towel, Ed took a lot longer to shower so he stayed behind rinsing off. When I came back, Beast had his arms wrapped around Ed like an anaconda. The image froze in my mind for a split second. One arm pinned Ed's whole upper body, the other held a razor to Ed's enormous, slick mound. The baby pulsed inside, as if it knew that it or its daddy was going to get cut. One of his legs was set up to sweep Ed's feet out from under him. Beast was busy writhing his tongue in Ed's ear. Ed's face was red with anger and fright. I charged over, snatched the razor out of Beast's hand in a second and slashed his damn face. Blood was everywhere, so Ed and I hitched it out of there before the guard realized that something had just happened. I didn't want to be in solitude when Ed gave birth.

One night in the dead heat of summer I woke to Ed padding around our small cell. I could see by the dim light that he was sweaty. He paced back and forth with his hand at its familiar spot on his lower back. His belly at this time was much lower than it had been. Ed had woken up in the middle of the night before, sometimes from acid reflux, sometimes from the baby kicking him too hard, and sometimes because he was just too warm he couldn’t sleep. “Whats wrong this time?” I asked.

Ed just shrugged and continued to pace the small cramped cell. I tried to fall back asleep listening to the sounds of his steps. I heard them stop, then his breathing get more exaggerated. I opened my eyes, and Ed was leaning against the wall both hands around his baby-filled belly. As he breathed in and out I could see his gut expanding. I could see his belly stretching down and pushing into his hips. After all my months of reading books, I knew what a contraction looked like.

I immediately jumped from my bunk and met him on the floor. I offered to call the guards, but he immediately grabbed my arm and squeezed it tightly. When the contraction was over, Ed explained to me, that he wanted to have the baby in the cell alone, so he could see it. If he had it at the hospital they would take it away from him without ever letting him see his baby. I understood what he wanted to do, but had to think about the fact that Id be here to help him through this. I had been to the hospital before, and the cell was probably just as clean. I also cared more for Ed than the staff in the infirmary.

The cell didn’t have bars on it, it was a solid door with one window. It would be easy to not be detected. The guards passed by once at 3am and passed breakfast to us through a slit in the door at 7am. We weren’t expected to leave our cells until 1pm the next day. Right now it was 1 am, so we had about 12 hours before Ed would be discovered.

I helped him back down to his bed and tried to assess the situation. I placed my hands on his sweaty belly. I could feel the head, it was very deep in his pelvis, a lot lower than I remembered when I felt a few days ago. As I was exploring his belly, Ed breathing picked up again and I could feel the belly tightening up. It was a weird feeling. His belly was normally quite firm with all the fluids and baby packing in there but as the contraction built it got hard. I could feel his muscles flexing, and the belly becoming bigger as the contraction continued. It was taking a toll on Ed as I saw his face contort trying to deal with the pain. His contractions were about 10 minutes apart, and looked quite strong. I asked Ed to take off his underwear, and I checked him out. I wasn’t an expert, but I could see some dilation.

Ed continued to labor for the rest of the night. He would change positions, walking around, laying on the bed, squatting, being on all fours. Each time a contraction came I'd be right there to massage his back and gently massage his belly. His muscles must have been in agony. Around 5am Ed started to complain about the increasing pressure in his hips. His water had not broken, so that was probably the reason for the pressure. He continued to walk around and rock his hips from side to side to ease the baby down.

Breakfast was served to us around 6am, and I convinced Ed to have some juice, he needed to keep up his strength. Ed had found a comfortable spot on the toilet to labor when his water broke. I heard the water crash into the toilet, and a relieved look on Ed face. I came over and felt around his belly. As his water broke, the baby make a sudden lurch down deeper in Ed hips. Immediately his hips were on fire with pressure. I did my best to massage them. I could also feel that his belly wasn’t as firm as it had been, he must have carried a lot of water weight around with him during his pregnancy.

By 10 am the contractions were right on top of each other. I checked his dilation and he was getting there. I felt the baby’s head as I pressed my fingers deep into Ed. His position was now standing next to the bunks, legs spread wide, and his head resting on the top bunk. I was behind him checking his progress, and also there to massage his belly.

All of a sudden Ed gripped the top bunk and began to descend into a deeper squat. I could tell it was show time. He grunted and I could see his back straining as he pushed. All the muscles in his back tightened and he pushed down, trying to get the kid out of his body. Sweat was pouring off Ed’s back, and I began to feel around to his belly and could feel that the head was very close to being born. I saw the bulge in his backside, and encouraged him to continue pushing. He did and with 2 strong pushed the head was out. I allowed Ed to get his breath back before I asked him to push again. The baby’s head turned to the left as the shoulders prepared to be expelled. A few more pushes and the baby dropped into my hands.

Ed immediately fell to his bed in exhaustion. I quickly tied a string around the cord and handed the baby to Ed. Instinctively, Ed took the baby to his chest and tried to get him to eat. The baby latched on to one of Ed big meaty pecs and began to drink.

Ed got to hold the baby for a few minutes before the door opened and we were let out for yard time.

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