I felt I was placed in a torture chamber of horror and was fully prepared to die. Actually, I begged for the dark faceless figure with the scythe, but he never showed up — Disclaimer: Barb Dalton, you asked and as promised here is my tale of horror, I mean birthing. Please note this is not my usual genteel writing, it may be a teeny bit graphic, reader beware! The Stork’s visit It was 1997 and I was in labor.