'Okay Taylinn, one last push! Your almost there. I can see the head' she said
'I can't do this' I turned to
look at Amell, 'look what you've done! I CAN'T DO IT!!'
He took my hand and looked me in the eye.
'Im right here Tay, I'm not leaving your side...You can do it'
I squeezed his hand and pushed out what seemed like the whole of Europe out of my couchie in those last 10 hours .
'AAAARRRRRGGGHHHH FUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKINNGGGG HELLL'
Amell turned to look at our daughter, who was finally in the world. Nothing could make today any better than it was right about now. The doctors rushed to cut the umbilical cord and clean her up before taking her away...
Why weren't they letting me hold my baby?
'Whats wrong with her??' I managed to use the last ounce of voice I had left in me .
She didn't reply...
Maybe I wasn't loud enough.
'I WANT MY BABY! WHATS WRONG WITH HER??' I screamed
The nurse turned to look at me,
'We're struggling to find a heartbeat from your daughter Miss Simmons, we're trying our best it get some oxygen into her lungs.
The look in her eyes, as she said it.. "We're trying our best" , it was as if she'd said that a million times over. She didn't even look genuine ..
Right then I knew that their "best" wouldn't be good enough.
My eyes filled up with tears, temporally blinding my vision as i turned in search of Amell's hand. He sat down at the side I my bed And pulled me close to his chest.
That's when I really broke down. I burst into hysterical tears..
7 hours later.. They asked permission to turn of her life support. She wasn't strong enough to begin life in a world like ours. My little princess.. My angel.. My Amelia.
There's not a day that goes by that i don't wish i could have took her place. She deserved nothing more than to be here living today.
She rested so peacefully in my arms that day.. So still.. So angelic. I showered her with kisses; kisses that she'd never feel. I stroked her sweet mocha skin; skin that she'd never be able to see..
Once again I let something so perfect slip between my fingertips; my unlucky move.
The day my daughter died.
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