Chapter 17: Birth
January, 1705
The pain was excruciating. The Devil was dancing on her with his trident, and she was helpless to stop it. She wanted to scream, but propriety prevented her from doing so. Instead, she held James’ hand tightly. Tightening her grip as the pain increased.
Everything had been going fine, she’d been reading a book, and preparing to write a letter to George, to try and get him to reconcile with father, when she’d felt something dribble down her leg. She’d looked down and found a puddle forming. The time had come.
She’d been helped to the bed, and then the pain had started, and it hadn’t stopped. Even when all these people had been called into the room, including her husband, and the King and Queen. The pain hadn’t stopped. It had only increased.
Sophia screamed then, as a sharp pain rocked through her, the trident was getting closer. Why did it hurt so much? Why?!
“Just a little more, Your Royal Highness, just a little more!”
Sophia wanted to scream at the man, or was it a woman? She couldn’t remember, and she wasn’t sure she cared. Either way, the pain seemed to be reaching a crescendo. The Devil was dancing on her and pressing everything, setting it on fire.
She yelled, and the pain reached its peak. Something happened, she felt as though she’d been torn in half, then there was nothing. A silence, a peaceful silence. She let go of James’ hand. Slumped back against the pillows and breathed in. It felt nice that the pain was gone.
The silence was breached by a loud yell, or was it a cry? She didn’t know, but something in her forced her to sit up. She blinked, tiredness gone. Where had the cry come from? She saw a woman holding a bundle. What was that?
Her eyes searched out James, he was standing now, moving to look at the bundle, his eyes sparkled as he looked at it, then he looked at her.
James looked at her and she heard his words and felt relief.
“We have a son, Sophia, a healthy boy.”
“What do you want to name the boy?” Someone else asked, she thought it might have been the King.
“William.” Sophia said, James nodded. “We’ll name the boy William.”