Breathing Again

Emergency

Kristen's POV:

I closed the bathroom door behind us to check if I was right. Suddenly, a piercing pain struck me. "Oooww!!!" I screamed, the excruciating pain took my breath away. "Ohhh God!!! I think I'm going into labor!"
"Fuck, baby, I'm calling 9/11" Rob screamed panicky. I didn't hear anything else he said on the phone, I just sat down on the toilet, trying to breathe through the contractions. Cold sweat was forming on my forehead. Rob opened the bathroom door after he hung up the phone. He screamed at the people standing close to the room and a few minutes later we were joined by two friends who tried to calm me down together with Rob. "Breathe, Kristen, the doctor will be here in about 20 minutes. You got this. It will be fine." They said. But I noticed pretty quickly that this was getting serious. "I DON'T THINK THAT'S FAST ENOUGH!!!" I screamed at them desperately. Rob understood what I was trying to say and wasted no time in pulling down my pants. The ambulance arrived just in time for the last contractions. Not long after, little Grace was born and the pain vanished as soon as it had come. But the short moment of sheer joy was quickly replaced by panic as I looked at the doctor's concerned expression. Just then I noticed that the baby hadn't cried out yet. That meant she wasn't breathing, right?! My whole body panicked. I started screaming at everyone around me, worried sick about my daughter. "Someone help her breathe! Take her to the hospital!" I frantically shouted. The next thing I noticed was someone sticking a needle in my hand and telling me to calm down. "I really need you to relax!! There's one more baby inside of you, remember, so let's focus on getting it out safely now, okay?" She said to me while they lifted me onto a tray.

Rob's POV:

I never let go of Kristen's hand. I told my friend Tom not to let Grace out of his sight. She was taken to the hospital in a different ambulance. I absolutely hated to be separated from my newborn daughter who had trouble breathing. It truly felt like a nightmare, but the doctor managed to convince me that staying with Kristen was more important right now. We were already on the road when the doctor addressed her again: "Mrs. Pattinson, do you feel any contractions yet? Usually the second twin comes right after the first delivery."
"No, I don't feel anything at all." She replied.
I felt relieved for a moment, but that feeling was replaced pretty quickly when we arrived at the hospital.
One of the doctors took me aside and told me that they couldn't wait that much longer for her to go into labor again because of her ruptured membrane. "We'll give it half an hour. If she doesn't go into labor naturally by then, we'll have to do a c-section."

Kristen's POV:

I continually tried to ask the people around me about Grace. Finally, Rob managed to get some information. "She'll be fine, baby. She's being ventilated right now, but they told me not to worry. She'll make it, hun, don't worry. I'm here. You got this."
Suddenly, a machine I was attached to started beeping. "The baby's heart rate is decreasing. Prepare for an emergency c-section!" Was the last thing I heard someone shout before everything went black. I didn't know if I passed out from the stress and fear or if I was given the anesthetics already. The next thing I could feel was what must have been Rob's hand around mine. I tried to open my eyes, but I felt like I was under a very heavy blanket. I could hear beeping sounds and people talking in the distance. That's when my memories slowly came back to me. I instantly panicked again. My babies.... what about the babies?! This time, I managed to finally open my eyes. "Rob!!" I slurred in a raspy voice as soon as I saw his face next to the bed. His face lit up and he beamed at me, instantly redeeming me with the only words he knew I needed to hear: "The babies are fine, love. It's over. You're okay. Everything's gonna be fine. Look at our little angel." I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed the little bundle in Rob's arms before. Must be the meds. "Oh my God!" I cried. "Is that Michael? Where is Grace??? How long was I unconscious??"
"Shhh, baby, she's fine. She's still being ventilated at the intensive care unit simply as a precaution. The crash birth caused her lack of oxygen, but it's a common thing and she'll be able to breathe on her own in a few days at max." Rob explained. Oh my god. I breathed frantically, tears welled up in my eyes trying to process all of this. That's when I noticed the pain. The c-section. "Ouch" I said, touching my lower belly. "I'm so sorry you're in pain." Rob said. "Should I call them for some more pain killers?"
"No, it's fine, I wanna get to know little Michael first, can I hold him?"
"Sure, baby" He carefully placed the baby on my chest. That's when we both lost it. We started crying together in relief and joy...

Rob's POV:

"I haven't told you the best part yet, hun." I said, grinning at Kristen after she woke up from another post operation nap. "What?" She asked curiously. "Well, we now have twins born in different years." I beamed at her. "Grace at 11:33 PM yesterday and Michael at 12:20 AM today. You were out for a few hours."
"You're fucking kidding right? About the two years thing!!"
"No, baby, I'm serious." I laughed and grabbed her hands. "We always knew we would create something special, didn't we?" A tear escaped my eye. "And I have another surprise for you, baby. Your mom is on her way over with Noelle right now."
"Oh my God" She cried some happy tears and kissed my hand. "I love you so much, Rob. You have no idea." I leaned in to give her a tender kiss on the lips. Heaven exists on earth. I knew it now.