Love and Basketball: Freshmen Year

Freshmen 31

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Houston, Texas
Wed. Nov. 8th, 3:12 pm
"Auntie's Little Angel"

10 years ago...

Screaming was heard inside the delivery room. The pain was excruciating and unbearable, however, she had to do it. There was no other choice.

"Aahhhhh!" Susan shouted, tossing her head back pushing hard. She felt the burning sensation down in her area and couldn't possibly deal with the pain anymore.

"Ughhhhh!" she continued shouting, tears cascading down her cheeks. She wasn't sure how far she pushed so she stopped to relax herself.

Susan shook her head repeatedly. "I can't." she muttered. She reached for William's hand, holding it tightly. She shut her eyes while tears kept running down her cheeks. Will leaned down, wiping her tears.

"I know babe, I know." he whispered to her, wiping her tears again. He didn't know the feeling she was experiencing right now but he could only imagine. He never wanted to see his wife in pain, so this sight was far from pleasing.

What was supposed to be a memorable experience turned into a devastating nightmare. If only they could go back in time and make a different choice then they wouldn't be here. They wouldn't have been told the dreadful news that their son had died on the womb. That he didn't have a heartbeat and that she needed to give birth to him. Susan wouldn't have to go through all this pain only for her not to be able to take her child home. She wanted to do back.

"Okay, Susan, I want you to give me one more push. And give it your all." Dr. Cruz told her. Susan nodded her head then looked up at William. He gave her an encouraging smile that told her that she could do this. She desperately wanted this to be over.

"Susan, on three give me a big push." Cruz told her. He counted and soon as he reached three, Susan shouted loudly while pushing hard. Her final and last push. Ever.

Susan managed to push the baby out. She rested back on the bed, her eyes shut again as her tears rolled down her cheeks. William let go of her hand in order to cut the umbilical cord off their son. There was no crying from the newborn. No heartbeat or breathing either. His lips were black and his eyes were still shut like he was sleeping peacefully.

"Would you like to hold him?" Cruz asked. Susan wiped her face then nodded her head. The young nurse in the blue scrubs approached the bedside. She pulled down the gown while Cruz carefully placed the baby boy on Susan's chest.

His skin scaly and cold. The nurse placed a blanket over the baby then fixed the gown to cover him up. Susan looked down at her son who rested on her chest. She placed a kiss on his forehead, letting the tears kept falling down her cheeks. William leaned down, kissing Susan's temple and rubbing their son back.

Why?

That was question she asked all the time.

Why?

Why was this happening to her?

Why her out of all people?