My Safe Place to Land

Chapter 53

Ellen's POV:

Patrick picked me up, bridal style, and carried me out to the car. "Wait!", I shouted, "Grab the hospital bag!".

"Shit!", he yelled and ran to grab the hospital bag that was sitting right by the door for the past couple of weeks.

He placed me in the car and put the hospital bag in the back of the car. He ran to the driver's side, started the car, and started to pull away.

As he was driving he reached for my hand, "We're going to have a baby.".

I turned my head and looked into his eyes, "We're going to have a baby.", I said with a smile appearing on my face.

After about a 25 minute drive, we arrived at the hospital. Patrick parked the car and ran inside to go admit me. He came running out with a wheelchair. He opened the car door and reached his hand out so I could comfortably sit in the wheelchair. He opened the back door to grab the hospital bag and he wheeled me into the hospital.

After being wheeled through the hospital, we found our room, room 524. I got settled into the hospital bed and Patrick made himself comfortable in the chair that was in the room.

15 minutes had passed and our doctor entered the room. She checked on the baby and me to make sure we were both healthy. She left the room after she did her routine check-up.

About 5 minutes have passed since she left the room and I started to feel the contractions kick in. I screamed in pain. Patrick, being, the amazing fiancé he is, pulled the chair next to the bed, rubbed my back for comfort, and fed me ice chips. There really wasn't much for him to do since he wasn't the one giving birth. All he could really do was be there for emotional support, which I was greatly appreciated of.

After the first few contractions, our doctor walked back into the room to see how far I was dilated. "Well, Miss Pompeo, you're about 3 centimeters dilated. Everything looks good with baby girl but you still have a far while to go. Would you like an epidural?", she asked.

"No, I want to go all-natural, please.", I said firmly but screaming in pain.

"Okay then.", she said while putting some things in the chart. "I'll be back in a few to check up on you.".

"Great, thanks", I said to the doctor as she left the room.

Just as she left the room, another contraction hit. I screamed at the top of my lungs because I was in so much pain. "Baby, you got this. You're so strong. I love you.", Patrick said some words for some extra encouragement.

I turned my head to him and he grabbed a tissue to wipe off the sweat that was dripping down my face, "Try pushing a 6 and 1/2 pound baby out of your va-jay-jay.".

I usually wasn't this rude but my pain was through the roof. His face looked angry but I knew he wasn't mad at me since I was giving birth to possibly his child, or not.

"Sorry, that was rude.", I said as the contraction finished.

"It's okay, babe. I understand.", he said rubbing his hand up and down my arm.

About 2 hours have passed and the doctor came in a couple of times to check to see how far I've dilated. I was about 6 centimeters but still not enough to push. My contractions started to become worse and worse. However, the baby and I were doing fine.

Another set of hours has passed and Patrick left a few times to walk around to stretch his legs and he's had about 3 cups of coffee now, to try to stay awake. The doctor has again entered the room to see how far along I was. "Ellen. It's time. You're right at 10 centimeters. You ready to push?"

I looked at Patrick and he nodded his head. I looked back at the doctor and responded, "Yes.".

The doctor got prepared by the foot of the bed and the nurses brought in everything that was needed. "Okay Ellen, you're going to need to give me one big push on the count of three. One... two... three...".