Time; Don't Let It Slip Away

Baby Crazy

I woke up with a sharp pain in my gut, and a sticky wet feeling on the sheets beneath me.

I looked over, through the dark, at the clock on my bedside table; 3:42 a.m, March 25th.

The another twang of pain ripped through my stomach, making me gasp. 

"Ahh..... Steven...." I muttered, shaking him lightly. 

"Mmmmm." He moaned, and rolled over burrying his face in a pillow. 

PANG. Another sharp stabbing pain, reaching lower and lower, in my gut. 

"STEVEN!" I yelled shaking him harder. He shot up, with first an annoyed, then worried look on his face.

"What?! Are you okay?!" Worry was in his chocolate brown eyes. "What's wrong?!"

I pushed back the sheets what were covering me, and noticed the bed was wet, underneathe me.

"I....." I paused, and then looked directly into his eyes. "I think my water broke..." 

His eyes grew wide, and panic permanently painted itself on his face. 

"Holy shit..." He gasped, as I winced at the pain of another contraction. "Holy shit!" He kept shouting, as he helped me out of bed, and down the steps. 

He helped me down into the car, and then ran around to the drivers side.

Before he started the car, he shot a quick text, I'm assuming to Joe and Lauren, telling them I was going to the hospital, and to meet us there. 

"Babe... please drive carefully." I winced again. "I don't want either of my babies being hurt."

He gave me a funny look. 

"I mean, this baby, and my car..." I rolled my eyes, and chuckled a bit. Then a small groan escaped my lips. "Jesus, just get me to the hospital." 

Steven backed out of the driveway, and then sped down the road, to the hospital; he managed to turn a normal, 20 minute drive, into a 5 minute trip, blowing past 2 stop signs, and a red light. 

"Steven! You're gonna get us killed!" I hissed, as we sped down the road. 

I heard sirens, and suddenly saw red, and blue flashing lights behind us.

"God damn it!" He yelled, and pulled over. 

The cop made his way to the window that Steven rolled down, and gasped at the sight of us. 

"Mr. and Mrs. Tyler!?!" He gasped. 

"Yeah, that's us." Steven snapped. "Look! I know what I did was wrong. I blew a stop sign and a red light... speeding... points.. whatever. My wife's in labor, and I need to get her to the hospital... can we do this another time?"

"Steven.. I'll be fin-" My sentence was cut off my a howl of pain cause by the contractions. 

"I'll escort you!" The cop hopped back onto his motorcycle, and in no time, we were speeding off to get to the hospital doors. 

Steven parked right infront of the doors, and flew out of the car, coming to my side, and helping me out of the car, and hobbled into the lobby.

"Help! My wife's in labour!" He screamed at no one, in particular.

Multiple nurses surrounded us, and one brought a wheel chair for me. 

Steven eased me into the chair, and one of the nurses began to jog, pushing me to what I thought was the delivery room, with Steven sprinting right next to me; making sure to stay with me the whole time. 

They got me up onto this slanted table, which had these bars I needed to rest my legs up on.

"Do you want the epidurals, honey?" A nurse asked, quite calmly.

"N-no." I winced. 

Moments later a doctor, wearing scrubs and gloves, burst through the doors, and took place, sitting down right inbetween my legs. 

I can usually take pain, but this was unlike anything I've ever felt. 

It felt as though something was literally ripping me apart from the inside out. 

Tears were pouring down my cheeks, and sweat was dripping off my brow.

Every few minutes, the doctor would tell me to push, which sent another surge of pain rushing through my abdomen. 

"Baby, you're almost there." Steven had tears in his eyes, and was gripping my hand tightly. "You're doing great." He kissed my forehead. 

"Okay Stop!" The doctor said. "Wait a few minutes, and breathe. The baby's crowning... just give it a few moments, to try for itself."

I felt this weird, painful moment in my lower tummy. 

A few moments later, the doctor ordered me to push again.

I did as was told, and this awkward slippery feeling escaped from under me.

Seconds later, I heard a baby crying, and tears instantly pricked in my eyes. 

I looked up at Steven who was still clutching my hand, and crying. 

I couldn't see much, but from what I could, the nurse handed a pink bundle to Steven. 

"Say hello to your daughter, Mr. and Mrs. Tyler." The nurse smiled. "What were you planning on naming her?"

I looked at Steven, who was already grinning at me. 

"Well... Steven... I uh.... I like Alaska." I smiled. "Ali, for short."

"I love it." He was grinning from ear to ear. "And her middle name will be Lynn, just like her beautiful mother."

"Alaska Lynn Victoria Tyler." I chuckled a bit. "She's gotta have some part of her dad's name in there.."

"Well, Mrs. Tyler, would you like to hold your gorgeous daughter?" Steven was grinning like the Cheshire Cat, as he handed me the little pink bundle. 

I took her in my arms, so delicately, and the moment I did. She stopped her wailing, and calmed down, as though she knew who I was. 

She had delicate porcelain skin, which was so incredibly soft. 

Her cute little face was sticking out from beneathe the surface of the pink cotton blanket. 

She, surprisingly, had a full head of dark curly hair, just like Steven's. 

I looked down at her beautiful face. Though she had a tiny button nose, like mine, she had voluminous full lips, just like her fathers. 

This was my baby.

My own flesh and blood. 

"Hello, my little gypsy."