MAMA

The nurse assisted me on the hospital bed , at the same time my husband entered the room with a grim expression.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Honey I'm fine."i said with a forced smile on my face.

Its been ten years since our marriage . The sweet memory of how we met is still fresh in my mind . The I found him is the happiest day in my life so far. It has been years of ups and downs for us after that. After all these years we never let our relationship deteriorate.He loved me more than I deserved.He cared , but right now , the fear in his eyes was evident.

Fear of another failure.

Fear of losing another child.

There are no words to describe the immense pain I've gone through , losing my own flesh and blood three times now. 

But I had to stay strong for this one. I had to be positive. But I wasn't so sure about Jack , my husband.He wasn't holding on to well. I knew that if something bad happened ,it will be the last straw before he slipped into depression. I loved him so much  and I was proud that he supported me for so long .

Oh how much I wanted those tiny fingers to wrap around my finger, that soft skin of my young one to feel the mother's loving touch for the first time, the empty feeling to finally go away as I held my child in my arms.

It has been ten years since I've yearned the touch of my baby. It still pained me when I remembered the past . The Doctor's grim face telling me that I've lost the child yet again. Even mt tears were dried by now filling me with nothing but emptiness inside. Looking at the bulge where my baby rested I secretly told the baby to stay strong .It was mt last chance at happiness ,after that I'll be too broken.

My husband Jack held my hand eyeing the bulge with anticipation.

"I love you."He said ,his voice breaking at the end.

"I love you too." I said , gripping his hand tightly in hopes that he'll be hopeful.

A few moments later the doctors made their way in to the room. There were seven of them. Three of them were family , my father, cousin, and my brother in law.

Usually seven doctors are not required but seeing my condition and the chances of failure involved, they made a team to insure no mishaps this time.

"How are you feeling ?" My cousin Mary said.

"Good."I replied.

"Okay , so we'll run some tests on you. Two of the doctors will monitor you while others will prepare."Said my father. He was the head of the team.

It was nearly the midnight of fifteenth of November. My husband brought me here two hours ago once i started complaining about stirring something in my womb painfully.

Samples were taken from me and some  doctors got ready ,my husband was ushered out and I was feeling nervous without him on my side.

Three hours later, the pain started. I informed the doctors that I'm in labor and one by one they gathered around me.

As the contractions increased , I started seeing dots in my vision. It was unbearable. The machines monitoring me were beeping annoyingly. I prayed silently to the God crying as the pain came to the peak.My vision became blurry but my determination did not deter. I resolved that I will not break.

After another half an hour of intense pain, my prayers were accepted when the baby was delivered. The crying was music to my ears .A smile stretched across my worn out face.I heard in the midst of chaos that it was a boy. I have finally done it. After all those years my prayers were answered. I saw my cousin take the baby to the basin for cleaning as my little angel cried. I'm sure Jack heard his cries .

The baby was cleaned. They wrapped him in the blanket .

Suddenly, his cries stopped. A feeling of dread filled me as the happy cloud in the room burst and formed a blanket of panic. All the doctors were making their own assumptions to what might have happened. The fear came crashing down on me as I prepared myself for another heartbreak. A heartbroken sob escaped my lips as I stared at my little bundle of joy to whom the machines were being attached by my father. My family told me repeatedly to not lose hope as they were trying their level best. But i could't take it anymore. I thought about Jack ad how much devastated will be.

I prayed and sobbed loudly asking God what I might have done to deserve such fate. The chaos in the room only increased as the doctors tried to revive my baby. There was a determined look on my dad's face while others were just hopelessly trying to change the fate. I prayed for him, my baby, to be revived ,begging God to make the miracle happen.

I was sobbing and with every sob my father's face became ashen. The doctors were still trying to revive the baby while my dad's trembling hand joined together to pray to the almighty.

Fifteen minutes had passed and the doctors were done trying everything they could. Whatever hope was left in me was now gone and were now replaced by dark clouds of sadness. I was tired and heartbroken yet again. The realization of losing another life yet again dawned on me. I felt nothing but numbness envelop me as my prayers and tears stopped all at once. The room became silent and I closed my eyes in defeat.

Just when I thought everything was shattered, the cries of the baby filled the room thick with agony.There was roar of joyous shouts as everybody's eyes widened. This was nothing but a miracle. He was alive , my baby. I could not believe that the miracle I waited so long to happen finally happened. The doctors declared him perfectly healthy.

Tears of joy ran down my face as the little bundle of happiness was placed in my arms.

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A/N:

I hope you liked the story. It is dedicated to someone special in my life whom I personally call sunshine .I am immensely proud of him and he is my strength whenever I  need him. 

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Love 

Neha.