The Perfect Moment

Part Five

Three days after this, I felt extremely ill the morning I went to school. I already knew it would be a horrible day. It started out with Matt coming over and making me feel bad all morning before my first class.

I had a weird feeling in my stomach all morning, like it feels when something is about to go horribly wrong. I still crawled through the tree classes before lunch, and in the lunch-breath the stomach pains were almost unbearable. I still kept it going. It was a bit too much like me to just hide my pains away and pretend like nothing had happened, so I continued in that track.

I tried to eat something to reduce the pain, but for no good. everything was hurting so much, and tem minutes in the first lesson after lunch I had to have a short break by going to the bathroom. I locked myself into the only restroom that was its own room, and sat down to try and get some of the pains out.

The pressure down under became worse and worse, but I had experienced something like this before, and it got better when it was all out, so I decided to give it a go. This one was a tough one, though. I wanted to scream out loud, but I was scared someone might hear me.

Things were different this time. Everything was ten times worse, and I was about to just give up, when I felt things suddenly going a bit smoother. I started thinking what on earth could possibly come out of my vagina that could hurt so much. My thoughts went crazy.

"What the hell?" I said to myself, and stretched down to actually feel it, and there it was. A round-shaped figure with hairs on it, on it's way out. I panicked. First of all I sat down on the floor next to the toilet. I needed to call someone to come help me. I spent about two minutes trying to find my phone, until I remembered that I had left it on my desktop in class. There was no point in yelling for help either, because no one went to this part of the hallway. I only like this because it gives a bit more privacy.

I decided to be strong. I had to push this little one out, so I got ready. I put my sweater in my mouth to stop the screaming if there was any, and started pushing.

After about five minutes of killing pain, it finally released a bit, and I relaxed. I actually had a baby! Alone! and it was crying, so everything seemed to be fine! The feeling inside me was so good I let my tears continue. They had appeared a few minutes before.

At that moment I was glad I had watched all the seasons of "Sixteen and pregnant" because then I knew what to do with my baby. The first thing I did was to pull both my sweater and my top off, leaving me standing in my bra. I hurried drying off the baby with my top, and then wrapped it up in my sweater. The umbilical cord was still there, but I pulled my trousers back on, and put my top back on. My baby was now sleeping, so I had the time to get to the nurses office and make her help me.

"Oh my god, what's going on?" she exclaimed when she opened the door after I knocked.

"I just gave birth" I smiled to her, proudly, yet terrified if I had done something wrong.

She then helped get undressed to check on me and the baby, cleaning us up a bit, and cutting the umbilical cord. She kept asking me a million questions about how on earth I could do this all alone, and I answered her honestly.

"What a brave girl you are!" she complimented me.

About fifteen minutes later, the nurse told me she'd bring me down to the hospital. She said I had done so well, we didn't even need to call an ambulance. It was apparently a lot quicker to just drive down ourselves.

"Are you sure everything's okay?" I asked to assure myself. "I had noe idea that I was pregnant at all. What If I've done something wrong?" I asked her, now getting nervous.

"I can't find anything wrong with her, but that's up tp the doctors to find out. This is at least a natural explanation to why you've gained weight, isn't it?" she smiled before packing down a few things, and letting some people know she left.

"Come on, we have to get out of here before the bell rings" she told me, and we hurried away down the hallway.

"Do you want me to grab your stuff, or take the baby or anything?" she continued asking when I was standing outside the door to the class I had been in.

"No thank you, I'll take her inside to show her off, and then you can pack down my stuff?" I suggested, and she agreed.

I opened the door and stepped inside.

"I'm sorry I missed your class Mr. Harwell, but I had a small problem," I spoke up as I waled into the class. No one could understand a thing, and I started laughing, and eventually crying happy tears.

"I just had a baby, at the restroom down the hall," I repeated, looking at everyone.

"Is this some kind of a sick joke or something?" someone asked, and I shook my head.

"Not at all. I just had a baby!" Mr. Harwell couldn't get to say anything, but Lisa rushed over.

"I was worried about you, why didn't you let anyone help you?" she asked, while kissing my cheek and checking my little lady out.

"I couldn't. No one was there, and my phone's in here," I said. She was really confused about it all, I could tell, but so was I, and pretty much everyone else.

"Anyway, I need to get to the hospital, so I'll get going"