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Matt watched in horror as Jasmine clutched her stomach, screaming in pain, he ran over to her but she pushed him away, tears coming down her face like a water fall. Oh gosh, Matt thought, what had he done? He wanted to keep her under as little stress as possible, but instead he'd put her under more, and now something bad was happening.
"Jasmine, what's wrong?" He questioned worriedly.
"The..Baby." She breathed out in pain, bent down, her hands still clutching her stomach as though it would protect her baby.
"What about the baby?" He asked, his fear growing.
"I think I'm in labour, you pig!" She shouted.
"You can't! It's too soon." He said, his body as still as a statue, he couldn't move, he was too shocked.
"Tell that to your baby!" She screamed in reply.
"Oh god, I'll phone an ambulance." He said, almost running to the phone.
"Might be a good idea, idiot." She said sarcastically, through clenched teeth.
Matt picked up the phone, ignoring Jasmine's sarcastic remark, he dialed the correct number and waited, and waited, and waited. Why we'ren't they picking up. He slammed down the phone in anger, there must be something wrong with the phone again, it was always doing this. He grabbed his keys from the table and stuffed them in his back pocket, if he couldn't call an ambulance, he'd have to drive her himself. He ran back over to her, she was still in the same position.
"Jasmine, I can't get hold of the ambulance, I'll have to drive you." He told her.
"Okay," She said, taking one of the arms off of her stomach and looking it round his neck so he could lead her to his car, she turned to him. "Matt, I'm scared, what if the baby.." She started, trailing off the sentence, as if saying it would confirm her fears.
"Don't say that, our baby is a strong little thing, he or she will be fine." He said adamantly.
They finally got to the car and he put her in it, dragging the seat belt over her bump and securing it in place, before running round to his side of the car and climbing in. He started the engine and off they were, luckly the hospital was only 10 minutes away, hopefully nothing drastic would happen in 10 minutes.
Jasmine couldn't stop crying, the pain she felt was everywhere, her stomach felt as though it was going to burst, a sure sign something was wrong, she wasn't suppose to be giving birth now, she was only 7 months pregnant. She wouldn't be able to bear it if her baby didn't make it, she might not have seen it yet, but this baby was already the most important thing in the world, she'd never forget the kicks her baby gave, and the sound of her baby's heartbeat when she went for the midwife's appointment. Oh god, not her precious baby, she thought as another wave of pain crept over her.
Soon enough they were at the hospital, Matt lept out of the car and went around to Jasmine side, helping her walk into the hospital, he walked as fast as he could towards the front desk.
"I need help, she's in labour, she's only 7 months." He said as calmly as he could, Jasmine's arm still wrapped around him.
"I'll get a doctor." She replied, picking up the phone and telling the person on the other side that a doctor was needed at reception, and they needed a wheel chair, fast..
A few minutes later a wheelchair pushed by a doctor around the age of 30 came racing round the corner, he looked to the receptionist who in turn pointed to Jasmine.
The doctor helped Matt place Jasmine in the wheelchair and they were soon racing as fast as they could to birthing room as they called it. Jasmine took a deep breath of air, why was this happening? And Why now? This was not suppose to be happening. She'd never forgive Matt if their baby didn't make it, she'd never forgive herself either, parent's were suppose to protect their baby's, but all she and Matt did was argue, putting their baby at risk.
Jasmine was panting heavily as the doctor helped her into the bed, and gave her a gas breathing mask, telling her it would help with the pain. She didn't really want gas, she'd put it in her birthing plan, but then again if everything went as the birthing plan said, she'd be having this baby in 2 months time, not now.
Doctor's were flooding the room within a blink of an eye. Assessing her condition, trying to figure out if they could stall the birth as they normally would. She didn't know anything, Jasmine thought, they were just talking amongst themselves as they assessed her, for all she knew her baby was already dead inside her, as horrible as the thought were, Jasmine could not stop herself thinking it. She was pulled out of her painful thoughts when she noticed a doctors lips moving, his head facing her, his eyes looking into hers.
"...Baby's got the umbilical cord wrapped round it's neck, we'll have to do an immediate Cesarean section if we want to get the baby out alive." She heard, when she heard those words, she felt the tears rolling down her cheeks fast.
The doctors made Matt sit in the waiting room, they needed to do a Cesarean they'd told him, and he couldn't be in the room. He sat, for hours, waiting for a doctor to tell him whether his baby and the love of his life were okay. This was all his fault, he thought, he should never have broken her trust, never have made the decision to get with her out of obligation in the first place, although he would never have known his love for her if he hadn't, but at least his baby would be okay.
He felt a gentle shake on his shoulder and looked up to see a doctor.
"We have done the Cesarean, your girlfriend is fine, she's still unconscious, but the baby is really ill, he was premature and for the first few minutes he wasn't breathing, we had to resuscitate him, he is in an incubator now."
Matt felt wet, hot tears cascading down his cheeks, he'd never been one to cry, but hearing his son wasn't breathing for the first few minutes of his life made him more upset than anything he'd ever felt.
"Can I see my son?" Matt asked.
"Of course, we'll take you to him." The doctor got up and led Matt to the room which held his baby son in an incubator.
As soon as Matt's eyes landed on his son the love he felt for the baby was the strongest he'd ever felt for anything. He knew that he'd do anything for this little boy, who was attached to wires and had tubes going up his nose, and even with them he was the most beautiful thing in the world.
"He'll have to stay in the hospital for a while, of course, until he's a little bigger and can breathe on his own." The doctor said.
"Is Jasmine okay?" Matt asked.
"She's fine, she should wake up in an hour or two, as soon as the anesthetic wears off, although she will be a little confused at first I should suspect." The doctor replied.
"Can I touch him?" Was Matt's reply, referring to his son.
"Yes, just make sure your hands are thoroughly washed, then put your hand through there." He said back, pointing to part of the incubator.
His baby was in an incubator, but he was alive, and he was a fighter, he would survive this, he would grow up to be the strongest, most amazing man alive, Matt just knew it. The only thing Matt was worried about was what to say to Jasmine when she came around, he knew she'd still be mad, but he was hoping not too mad.
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Okay, I know it's not the greatest chapter but it took me a long time to write, I'm also not an expert on birth, given that I've had approximately 0 children so everything I've written is based off common knowledge, medical programmes, and things people with children have told me. Stacy xx
