Chapter 7
I told them what the doctor had told me.
“Wow! A little baby girl for us all to look after,” said Howie.
“What are we gonna do about Sara?” asked Megan.
“I dunno,” I said. “But she’s gonna pull through this. I mean, she’s a fighter. I
know she’ll make it. I know she will. Then everything will be fine like in that dream I
had.”
“What dream?” asked A.J.
“I had a dream that me and Sara had to little kids. A girl named Alexandria and a
boy named Nick. We had a house and we were all so happy.”
“That’s so sweet,” said Amy. We all just sat there in silence. “Let’s go see the
baby!”
“Yeah,” I said. “Let’s go!” We took the elevator to the 3rd floor. My little baby
girl was right next to the window. She was so tiny. She had a head of sandy blonde hair
and baby blue eyes (like her mother’s and mine). “She’s so beautiful.”
“She looks exactly like her parents,” said Amber. I smiled. I had a child of my
very own. A child to love and care for with a loving wife, I hoped. Alexandria yawned.
My baby was going to make it. I knew that for sure.
“I’m gonna find Sara,” I said.
“I’m coming with you,” said Megan. We left the others and we stopped when I
saw the doctor that had talked to me.
“Mr., um, I mean Brian. I was just coming to look for you. I think you should go
see Sara. She’s taken a turn for the worst. Get everyone who wants to see her and I’ll
take you there. We don’t know how long she’ll still be here so hurry. It could be a matter
of minutes,” he said. I started crying. How could my girl be dying? What was happening.
It was all a dream. It had to be. Reality had to be the house, Sara, Alex, Nick, you know.
Megan was crying too, but she grabbed my arm.
“Let’s get the others before it’s too late,” she said. We ran back over to NICU.
I said, “Guys! Come quick. Sara’s in bad condition. See her before it’s too late.”
None of them said a word and followed Megan and I back to the doctor.
“Follow me,” he said. We did as we were told. When I saw her, doctors and
nurses were standing all around. I ran up to her and kissed her forehead, because that was
the only place not covered by tubes and gauze.
“Sara baby. It’s me, Brian. You have to make it Sara. You have to see our
daughter Alexandria. I know you liked that name. We have yet to become Mr. and Mrs.
Littrell. You have to make it, for the wedding, for Alexandria, for me, for you, for life.
Come on, Sara. Please wake up. Please, do it for me! I love you Sara. I love you more
than I’ve loved anyone ever. If you go, a piece of me goes too. I’ll never find someone
like you, baby. I never will. I love only one person. That’s you Sara. I love you.” Soon,
the heart monitor went crazy. The doctors pushed us all out of the way. They performed
CPR and did those shock, clear, things. It didn’t work.
All of a sudden, I heard from a doctor’s mouth, “Time of death, 1:16. I’m sorry,
sir.” He said to me. “We did the best we could. There was just to much damage to her
brain and heart. We tried.” My heart sank. My one and only was gone, forever. I started
to bawl along with everyone else in the room.
“Goodbye Sara. I hope you see you where you are now. So see ya.” I left the
room. Everyone followed. I couldn’t stand being in that room. That was a room of
death. Sara was life. She didn’t belong there.
Cont.
Chapter 8