Team8s and Counting

113. Our Rainbow Fighters

Donut tried his best to stay calm for Barf Bag throughout the ambulance ride, but even he couldn't hide his worry from her.

"I'm sorry Donut," Barf Bag quivered, "I didn't think I'd be in labor this early!"

"Don't apologize, Barfy. You couldn't have predicted this," Donut said, his voice soft but firm. He stroked her hand gently, his thumb tracing circles on her skin in an attempt to soothe her. "The important thing is that we're here now, and we're going to make sure you and the babies are okay."

Barf Bag nodded, trying to focus on his words rather than the pain that seemed to come in relentless waves. The ambulance's siren wailed above them, adding to the tense atmosphere. Donut kept glancing at the paramedics, who were busy monitoring her vitals and prepping her for the hospital.

When they arrived at the hospital, Barf Bag was rushed into the emergency room. A team of doctors and nurses swarmed around her, quickly assessing the situation. Donut followed closely, trying to stay out of their way while remaining as close to Barf Bag as possible. The urgency in the room was very present, and Donut felt his heart race as he tried to process everything happening around him.

"Barf Bag, you're doing great," one of the doctors said reassuringly. "We're going to do an ultrasound to check on the babies, and we'll go from there."

As the medical team worked, Donut held Barf Bag's hand, feeling both helpless and hopeful. He could see the fear in her eyes, but he also saw her strength. She was determined to see this through, to bring their babies into the world safely.

The doctor looked concerned when looking at the ultrasound, setting off alarms in Barf Bag and Donuts head.

Barf bag had panic in her voice, "What's going on? Is everything okay? Are the babies okay?"

The doctor turned to face the couple, "One of the baby's is in a breech position."

Donut knew that a breech baby was never a good sign, "What's happens now? Is there time to try and turn the baby the right way?"

The doctor shook his head, "The baby's position and the fact that you're already in labor mean that a manual turn isn't an option. We need to perform an emergency C-section to ensure the safety of both you and the babies."

Barf Bag looked Donut in the eyes, her face pale and visibly afraid. She knew having twins increased the chance of a C-section delivery, but considering how early she was in her pregnancy, the reality of it happening now was overwhelming.

Donut squeezed her hand, trying to be her rock in this storm of uncertainty. "It's going to be okay, Barfy. The doctors know what they're doing, and we're going to have our babies safe and sound soon."

Barf Bag nodded, taking a shaky breath. "Okay," she whispered, trying to muster as much courage as she could. "Let's do it."

The medical team moved swiftly to prepare her for surgery. Donut was instructed to change into sterile clothing so he could join Barf Bag in the operating room. As they rolled her into the OR, Donut stayed by her side, holding her hand and speaking softly to keep her calm.

The bright lights of the operating room were harsh, reflecting off the gleaming metal instruments. The atmosphere was a mix of urgent efficiency and focused calm. Donut's heart pounded in his chest as he took a seat beside Barf Bag's head, where a screen had been placed to shield them from the surgical field.

The anesthesiologist explained the procedure to Barf Bag, administering an epidural to numb her lower body. Barf Bag tried to relax, focusing on Donut's voice and the gentle squeeze of his hand.

"Owwwww," Barf Bag winced, as she received the epidural.

"It's okay Barfy," Donut said, brushing his thumb against the back of her hand, "It will be over soon."