Immortal Child

I was only eight when tragedy struck my family. My mom was 6 months pregnant and my dad was driving her home from work when the other car ran a red light and plowed into them. It hit right on my mom's side.

The doctors all said she was okay but the baby had died. She swore on all she had that she could still feel her moving. They did another ultra sound, and no heart beat was detected. There was a small spark of hope once the screen started moving. All the doctors were baffled as to how the baby girl growing inside this woman was moving around with no heart beat.

I dried my tears, a smile spread across my face because i knew, somehow, my little sister was still alive in there. The doctors say with the impact at how my mom's stomach hit the dashboard it should have crushed the baby. "How could she have lived through that," buzzed all over the hospital that night.

They sent us home after a few more tests came out with good results. My mom layed in her bed and held her stomache for hours. Talking, singing, and saying little prayers over her magical miracle baby. My dad blamed himself for almost losing her. He put himself down every day until it was THE day.

I was asleep when it happened. My mom came busting into my room shouting, "ITS TIME, LETS GO!" i got up in a hurry and we all piled in the car. She was coming! We got to the hospital and they poked her with needles and plugged her up to machines. Not even an hour later i heard screams coming from her room. Then her screams quietted and my little sister's started.

My dad walked out of the room and down the hall towards me. Tears streamed down his face. "Awh he's crying happy tears," i thought. He sits down next to me and says, "Haily baby, your sister is finally here. Megan Joy Johnson, 6 pounds and 4 ounces. She's beautiful but honey, your mommy didnt make it." I looked at him with confused eyes, "Sh-she didnt make it?" He puts his head down and silently cries, "She's dead Haily, she's gone."