Hello guys. Before you read this chapter, I just wanted to thank everyone that pushed me to keep going. It was always so hard for me as a writer to complete a story, somewhat getting in my own head and never finishing. However, all the votes and comments really made me feel motivated to keep going, and I truly do appreciate every last one of my readers. Thank you for riding on this crazy journey with me, and hopefully there will be more works in the future. 🖤 Kimmy Motionless
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In the third trimester of my pregnancy, Noah was extra protective with me, driving himself paranoid. I knew most of it probably stemmed from all the things we went through when I was carrying Scarlett. He went to every appointment with me, and it was nice to have him by my side through every step. It was honestly kind of cute that I was never alone, between him and Scarlett barely leaving my side.
A lot of times, I was very tired so I was taking things easy, and Noah decided that he wanted to take a small break from music to focus on our family. I was nervous when he told me, scared that he might regret expanding our family or start to really miss music, but Noah truly seemed like he was adamant about his decision. He still spent quite a bit of time in his studio at home, but I think it was more for his own relaxation, mindlessly strumming on his guitar or writing down his thoughts. He had said a long time ago that he wished he had more time to just write songs for himself instead of worrying about what would be popular and what not. I think with his time off he was finally getting the chance. Even though he was on a "break" with his band, the musician inside him would never be put to rest, it was in his blood.
It was early in the morning when Noah drove us to the hospital, right before the sunrise. I don't think either of us got much sleep the night prior, and I held his hand the whole car ride for comfort. Late last night after we went to sleep, I started getting mild cramps in my lower tummy but I thought maybe it might be gas and I didn't want to wake Noah. However, the cramping became more intense and the pain began to come in waves, shooting down my inner thighs. I woke Noah when I realized I was having contractions.
Luckily, we were able to leave Scarlett with Angela and Bryan since they lived close by, and they were going to help out with her until they could meet us later. The contractions were increasing but we made it to the hospital with plenty of time. They gave me my own room and Noah was so encouraging throughout the entire thing. I could see the empathy on his face every time a contraction came. All I could do was focusing on my breaths, shutting my eyes in discomfort and Noah would kiss my forehead and caress my hair, trying his best to comfort me through the pain.
After they examined me, the doctor explained that the baby was in the wrong position, making it almost impossible for a natural birth. However, they wanted me to try certain things first to see if we could make him move. I tried yoga and exercises, wanting to do anything I could to make him switch his position, but he was a stubborn little guy. The contractions started to become more intense the longer we waited, and the doctor determined that we had to do a cesarean in order for the baby to have a safe delivery. I became emotional out of frustration, worried something would happen during the surgery. Noah saw my eyes tearing up and he frowned and came over to hug me while I was stretching.
