Tragically Beautiful

twenty four

Demi

The nurse placed my baby onto my bare chest. I smiled down at him while I squeezed Wilmer's hand tight.

The baby just laid there, motionless, but his little heartbeat against mine wasn't like anything I have ever felt before. After about five minutes passed the nurse came back in to the room to retrieve the baby.

'Have you thought of a name?' She asked, reaching for my newborn.

'No, we are still deciding, but I have a few names in mind.' I replied, looking over at Wilmer who had the biggest smile on his face.

'Why don't you both get some rest and we'll take care of him for a few hours?' The nurse asked placing my baby in the hospital cradle.

I nodded my head, but as soon as she began to roll my baby away, tears filled my eyes.

'NO!' I screamed out, 'DONT TAKE HIM AWAY!'

I quickly forced myself up out of the bed. I didn't even get the chance to stand up before Wilmer's arms forced me back down again.

He nodded at the nurse and with a smile she continued on.

'Demi he will be okay. I promise. You know you need to rest.' He assured.

I nodded my head, and tried to relax. I had a terrible feeling that something wasn't right. It was my first motherly instinct that I had felt and I needed to know my baby was okay.

A few minutes past and I heard a knock at the door.

'Come in' Wilmer said.

'Hello Demetria- we are ready to move you to the recovery room.' The doctor said.

'Will my baby be there?' I asked.

'Your baby is in the nursery safe and sound.' The doctor assured.

'Demi lets just get settled in the recovery room, okay?' Wilmer said reaching his hand out for mine.

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It has been about an hour and I have finally settled my mind. All my thoughts have calmed down and I was ready to hold my baby again.

Wilmer was asleep in the chair next to my bed, which was strange considering I was the one who just endured 22 hours of labor.

The room was quiet, until there were few large bangs on the door.

'Come in?' I yelled.

The door burst open and in came 3 doctors and the nurse I had seen earlier.

'Ms. Lovato, I have some terrible news..' The doctor said.

The nurse came over and held her hand out for mine.

'What the fuck is going on?' I said, concerned. 'WILMER WAKE THE FUCK UP!'

'Demi take a deep breathe. I assure you everything will be alright, but your baby is in critical condition. He was doing fine in the nursery, until his heart just stopped. The doctors took him in right away and he is being worked on now. Do you or Mr. Valderrama have a history of heart disease or blood circulation issues that run in the family?'

'WHAT?!' I screamed and I shot out of my bed. 'WHERES MY BABY?!'

I shoved the doctor out of the way and in my hospital dress I ran down the corridor in search for my child.

'DEMI!' Wilmer screamed chasing me down the hall.

I didn't look back.

Doctors from all directions ran towards me. I shoved them all away and burst into tears.

'LEAVE ME ALONE. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!' I collapsed onto the floor and covered my head with my arms.

I began to have an anxiety attack, and all I wanted was Wilmer. He was the only one who knew what to do in these situations.

'WILMER?!' My eyes searched for his among the crowd of doctors.

'I'm right here baby' he said making his was through.

I was a mess. My baby who I had ever only met once was in critical condition and these dumbass doctors won't let me see him.

The whole world turned into one big blur and the next thing I know I'm being wheeled into the psychiatric wing of the hospital on a gurney.

They think I'm crazy.

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Part II coming soon :)