Sequel to Dear Nick. This story continues where Dear Nick left off, in the epilogue. If you haven't read Dear Nick, read it to see how they began. Their love is deep & pure, having been perfect since they finally got on the same page. Now, their per...
It took a little while, to calm me down, but finally I did. I realized how much danger I was putting my baby in, if they had to sedate me. I tried to have faith that Nick would get here in time. My contractions were staying at about fifteen minutes apart, but they were pretty intense when they did occur. I got some relief when they finally came in & gave me an epidural, an hour after my panic attack. It made the labor so much more tolerable, since I couldn't feel the contractions, anymore. I was even able to get up & move around, but I didn't do that very often, because I read that, that could speed labor along & I certainly didn't want to do that.
As the hours passed, Nick kept calling my phone, which my mom was keeping with her, so she could answer when he called. My mom had gotten there about an hour after I arrived, so I was grateful to have her & Lydia both here with me.
Nick had trouble getting a rental, because several other people had the same idea as he did, but when a woman, who had gotten the last one at that location, heard Nick's story & found out he was a Marine, she gave up her rental for him to have. Nick was so grateful, and so was I. He was able to get on the road by 4:30, which was better than the next morning, for sure.
At 5:30, my doctor came in to check me & I panicked a little when he said I was 8 centimeters dilated. It was happening so fast & Nick was still an hour away. At least I thought he was an hour away, until he called to get an update fifteen minute later.
"I'm 8 centimeters, Babe. Please tell me you're halfway here." I spoke, breathlessly, into the phone.
There was a pause, then I heard Nick cuss under his breath. "I've been hitting traffic, Baby. I'm barely out of San Diego." He sounded so sad, it broke my heart.
"You're not going to make it." I said, my voice shaking, as tears filled my eyes.
"You haven't started pushing yet. I could still make it."
"Maybe. But I'm not gonna hold my breath. What time is the press conference on?"
"It's on all the major stations at 6:30, then they're going to air it again at 9:30." Nick's voice was still quiet & shaking, too. "I'll call you in a little bit."
"Okay." I said, then put the phone down on the table beside my bed. My mom & Lydia both were looking at me, with sad eyes. "He's not gonna make it." I said, then squeezed my eyes shut & started sobbing. My mom rushed to sit beside me, putting her arms around me, to comfort me. She didn't argue with me or try to convince me that he would make it here, in time to see the birth of his son. She knew. Lydia knew. I knew. I was about to start pushing & Nick was still hours away. My marine wasn't going to make. I just knew it. This was the feeling I had.
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Less than an hour later, I was calm, but still crying off & on, because I wanted Nick to be there. The doctor came in & checked my cervix, letting me know I was ten centimeters & it was just about time to start pushing. I started wailing, letting my head fall back & I heard my mom explain to the doctor, why I was crying. He sympathized, but he assured me we needed to start pushing. He said he could feel the baby's head, so that meant he was coming & there was nothing I could do to stop it.
