Only You!

36.

Taylor POV
I woke up to Kayla moaning in pain. She's now 39 and a half weeks. She's getting really close to her due date and the last time we went to the doctor she was already a 1 cm. That was 3 days ago and she's been having slight contractions. I wake her up and pull her into me.
"Are you doing good?"
"No I'm hurting BADDD!"
"I'm sorry. Has your water broke yet?"
"Not that I know of. Let me go look." She returns a few minutes later. "Nope."
"Maybe it'll happen soon." She nods and lays back down.
"I think I'm going to go to the doctor later. They need to check me." I nod and try to fall back asleep. I can't so I'm up from 6 until 8. By the time I doze off Kayla is shaking me awake. I go get ready so we can go to the doctor.
*hospital*
Kayla POV
So we didn't know it but my water had in fact broke. But it was so little that I didn't know. The big problem, the sack the baby was in had been dry for almost a whole day! So now I'm going for emergency surgery.
Taylor POV
Kayla is currently in surgery to deliver our baby. I'm here with her but I'm not really looking at the stomach. I'm focused on comforting Kayla. She squeezes my hand ever so often.
"It's ok baby girl. Just breathe and think about what is coming out of the pain. It'll all be all right I promise!" She nods and tenses as they begin cutting a slight line across her stomach. Soon we hear a sweet cry coming from our little girl. We both smile and I kiss Kayla. The doctors bring her over and let us hold her. A single tear drops from my eyes. This is the happiest day of my life.
The happiest day of my life soon turned to the worst when the doctors took our baby and took her to the NICU.
"Your baby is going to the NICU because she was in a dry sack for so long. Babies that are in this condition may not make it. She will be stabilized and put on oxygen and have a breathing tube and a feeding tube then y'all can come visit her. This will take place while they sow you up." We nod and my single tear turns to cries. While they sow Kayla up I walk to the waiting room where everyone is. I cry as I walk downstairs. Everyone sees me and runs over.
"Where's my sister and where's my niece? Are they ok?" Was the only thing I heard from Matt.
"Kayla's ok and the baby is not so good. Since she was in a dry sack for so long they don't know if she'll make it. So she's in the NICU and having a bunch of stuff done. They told us we could go see her when they have her ready." Everyone nods and I see Matt shed a tear.
"This is her first baby and it's not expected to make it. That's horrible. I feel so bad for y'all."
"I know but I'm sure she'll be ok. This is just a mild case. Most babies that are in a dry sack stay there for at least 2 days. Carly was there 5 hours shy of a day."
*NICU*
Carly is finally stabilized. We go back to see her. She lays there in a tunnel thing not moving. I shed a tear and open the door to touch her. She moves slightly at my touch. I begin to pray and ask God to heal her, let her grow strong, and live to be old. I definitely do not want to have to burry my newborn I need her to be ok.