Little Miss // Harry Styles baby

Twenty Three

Josh left and I sat in Finnley's room folding his tiny clothes. The house was quiet, Oliver probably was playing with his Legos in his room or watching a movie. As I folded up the laundry I felt a sharp pain jolt me. I wrinkled my face at the feeling of it, it was definitely uncomfortable. I continued folding the laundry up, the pain happened two more times throughout the folding process. When I finished I stood up, it hurt a tad to move around but I just had to get to the couch to address the situation. Eventually I got to the couch. I was definitely in a lot of pain, I didn't want to go to the hospital but I knew that this pain could cause a whole lot of trouble for the baby.

I called the hospital explaining to them what I felt. They told me they were sending an ambulance my way and the paramedics would decide wether or not I go to the doctor. The operator told me to keep the front door unlocked, when we got off the phone ig yelled for Oliver. He came running out with a worried face.

"What's wrong!?" He asked.

"I might be going to the hospital... Unlock the door."

"Why?" He asked.

"I'm in a little bit of pain... Just go unlock the door please."

Oliver rushed to the door unlocking it then sitting beside me right away. The paramedics got here soon enough, with only a little bit more sharp pains. Two paramedics examined me, asked me questions then the man told me that I would have to see the doctor. They helped me onto a stretcher and buckled me tightly in. The man and woman led the stretcher out of the apartment with Oliver holding onto the woman's finger.

The ride to the hospital was quick as the ambulance sirens blared out. My mind was stressing my whole body out. Why do I have to come to the hospital? I asked myself. I was admitted into a room instantly, Oliver however wasn't allowed back and we had no family to stay with him. The woman paramedic offered to stay back with him as I was being checked out by the doctor and I thanked her.

"So how are you feeling?" The doctor asked as I lay in a hospital bed.

"Um I've got sharp pains inside of my belly every now and then." I explained.

"Alright well why don't you go put these on in that bathroom and meet me back out here when you're done." He said handing me a blue hospital gown.

I took them into the bathroom. I stripped my clothes off of me and put myself in the hospital gown. I walked back outside holding my clothes in one hand. The nurse took everything from me and brought them away. I laid on the bed, the doctor did a quick ultasound, hooked me up to a bunch of machines, which involved a lot of needles which I was too fond of. After what felt like hours and hours the doctor told me the worst news I could possibly hear.

"You're going into premature labour."

"Is the baby going to be okay?" Was the first thing that rolled off of my tongue.

"Well you're only seven months pregnant which is not good for babies to be born at because not everything is fully developed, like the lungs which is definitely not good."

I couldn't say anything my whole world was crushed. If Finnley didn't survive I knew I would go into an instant depression, because he already meant so much to me even though I haven't seen him.

"But the staff here are amazing and I'm sure you're little guy will pull through... So I'm going to induce you into labour so you and the baby don't get stressed out."

I nodded and sat up. The doctor stuck a large needle into my back, I was in pain as the needle stayed in longer and longer, but soon it was out of my back and I could lay back down. The doctor left and nurses wheeled me out of the examining room into a delivery room. I was scared out of my mind, I didn't plan on giving birth two months early... I didn't even know how much pain I was going to be in.