Cook from the 90s 102

Giving birth is excruciating, every mother knows that, but the pain of stitching up? It makes your whole body tremble involuntarily at the thought. Painful?

It was far more than just pain. Shuddering all over, covered in cold sweat was the least of it; the worst part was having not an ounce of strength left in my body.

At that moment, I couldn't care to ask about the baby's gender. The stitching alone took over an hour. Throughout that time, I bit my lips until they bled. After enduring it with great difficulty, the baby's loud cries finally reminded me to ask the doctor and nurse.

"What did I just give birth to?"

"This is your second child, the birth went quickly, and the baby is very healthy. What was your first child, a boy or a girl?"

"A girl, eight years old."

"Oh, then you must be quite pleased. This time, you've had a baby boy. Look, he's looking at you?"

A boy?