She screamed. The flickering filament of an old tungsten bulb lit up the anguish on her face. There was a hushed silence throughout the room and the hallways. Darkness had laid its claim over the hospital. Her husband stood at her side, holding her hand between both of his, trying to calm her, and himself down. The only sounds to be heard were the constant murmuring of the Doctors, trying to make sure nothing went wrong. She had dreamed about the future for almost a year now. How she would teach her dream to say the words "mom". How she would hold the little hands of the dream, and teach it to stand up and walk. How she would devote her days and nights to make a childhood bright. How she would watch her dream leave, all grown up, going out to fend for himself in this cruel world for the first time. She screamed again. She had begun wishing she were dead. She could feel numbness slowly taking over her body. With one final effort, she pushed. The room went silent. The silence was shattered by the cries of beautiful baby boy. The whole room rejoiced. The boy cried, breathing in his first gulp of air. But as he breathed his first breath, the mother breathed her last.
