I woke less than three hours later at about seven in the morning. I was having contractions less than five minutes apart. I told Nat to get a nurse, he woke wide eyed and did as I'd told him to. My mom woke next and she rubbed my back as I leaned over from the pain. I was breathing heavily again and as the nurse came back in I just had this feeling that things were not working out. Soon two more nurses joined Kacey and my doctor, Dr. Jackson. They put the cannula back on and started to ask me questions. They took notes and examined the monitor. Soon there was just Dr. Jackson and another nurse left in my room as they started to help me understand what was going to happen. I held on to Nat's hand as I listened.
"It seems that the shots aren't helping and though it's still early, we want to get you into a cesarean section soon because there's no way you can deliver with where the fibroid is placed. The baby wouldn't be able to get through. Now this means that the baby will have to stay in the NICU..." I was sweating profusely. They continues on and on and I barely understood what they were saying because everything happened at once.
It wasn't long until I was taken into a new room with bright lights. I was aloud one person to bring in with me and I felt bad, but still choose my mom. She told me everyone was in the waiting room and sending prayers and all. They were giving me shots to numb everything and my mom pushed my hair out of my face. She was smiling and I could imagine I looked straight faced and freaked out. Soon I felt weird again.
"Mom," I started shaking my head. "I feel like I'm going to pass out." a nurse heard and it was too late, I heard the nurses frantically going around the room, and then. Black.
I woke not five minutes later.
"Noelle, she's beautiful. Look Ella." I could feel my sleepy eyes open. there was a nurse holding a baby in front of me. My baby, with fuzzy hair and puffy lips. And then she took her away. I could feel this, this hole in my chest like they'd ripped a part of me away.
"What are they doing?" I ask. "Where has she gone?"
I heard a nurse announce "Four pounds, fifteen ounces." I started to cry. They'd taken her away. I heard soft cries as they took her away to the NICU. Mom wiped my tears away. I loved that tiny baby face. That cry I heard as she was taken away left me with heartbreak, but I loved her. August? I thought for a moment. My daughter.
It seemed like it took forever until I was stitched up and ready to go back to my room.
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Skinny Love
Teen Fiction'A teenage girl comes face to face with her past and must deal with its consequences.' Ella got pregnant at seventeen, by her best friend but he doesn't know about it. Instead of telling him she changed schools and took on a new life where no one kn...
