As soon as we arrived at the hospital, I was rushed up to the delivery room. Brian was at my side the whole time, trying to help me stay calm:
“Shh…Katie. Everything’s going to be alright. Nothing’s going to happen to this little guy.” I squeezed his hand as tears steadily fell down my face:
“Brian, it’s too early. It’s way too early for this.”
“Katie, you have to stay calm, okay?” I nodded:
“I’m trying. But I’m so scared, Brian. Please don’t let anything happen to my baby.” He kissed my forehead:
“I promise, Katie. Nothing will happen to this baby. I swear to God.” We arrived in the delivery room and soon enough, my doctor arrived. He began talking to the nurse and I didn’t understand a word that he was talking about:
“Brian? What the hell are they saying?” He shrugged as the doctor came over me:
“Katelin, honey, we have to get this baby out right now, okay?” I nodded:
“Is it going to be okay? Please tell me that my baby will be okay.” The doctor tried to keep me as calm as possible:
“That’s why we have to get it out right now, okay? I need you to start pushing for me, okay?” I looked over at Brian:
“Please stay here with me?” He smiled:
“Of course, sweetie.”
Everything after that was a blur. The pain was unbearable. There wasn’t enough time to give me drugs so I had to do it naturally. I can’t even begin to explain the pain. Soon enough, my baby was out of me. I didn’t hear crying and I started freaking out:
“Brian?! What’s happening?” I heard my doctor shouting orders across the delivery room as chaos broke out. The baby wasn’t breathing. I began to flip out:
“What the hell is happening to my baby? Brian?!!!” A nurse grabbed Brian:
“You can’t be in here, sir. You need to leave right now.” Brian tried to shrug her off:
“No! I’m not leaving her side.” I reached for him:
“Brian! Come back! Brian, what’s going on? Why won’t they let me see my baby?” Another nurse came over and stuck a needle in my arm. I saw Brian looking at me through the glass in the door as tears were streaming down my face. My eyes started to droop from whatever they shot me up with. The last thing I heard was the faint sound of a baby crying as I slipped into darkness.