Beautiful Mistakes Book 1 - Worst Night Mare

Worst Night Mare : Right Time

So here it is I think i made you wait long enough so hear it is...

Worst Night Mare : Right Time

I looked up to see that the surgeon was look very worried, I felt a finger press on my wrist were I could feel my own pulse thumping. I know it is weird to think but as soon as I heard the tone I thought I was dead, even though it was painful obvious to me I wasn’t. But I don’t think I would be be able to full explain what I was feeling at that moment. Surgeon above me obviously realised I was in fact alive as well because he started looking at the machine.

“Shit, was I not meant to it pull that out yet?” Everyone in the room turned towards the scared sounding voice, I almost laughed at how funny it was that one of the members of the surgical team had pulled the heart monitor out before having the ok. But I stopped myself deciding that it would seem weird since everyone but the guy who had pulled the plug thought I was dead less than a second ago. Instead I looked to my left to see the smiling face of Dan, he looked like he was about to jump for joy or like me burst into laughter. He looked back down at me, and are eyes met “Oh god I thought I lost you” he said bending down to kiss my sweaty forehead not looking like he cared at all that I must look like a giant rec. I was so tired that I could hardly keep my eyes open but I managed out the words which were begging to escape. “My baby, I want to see my baby” Dan grinned as well I guess feeling the same as me, that know we both knew I would be alive tomorrow wanted to view the miracle that happened today. A nurse came towards me with a buddle of white, it was smaller than I had been suspecting it to be, with the amount of pain I had been in before the problems a raised I was in I would have thought it would be at least double the size. Then she brought it down so the baby was lying on my chest and I could rap my arms round it, not caring about anything anymore that my little baby was in my arms, it didn’t matter about the pain or that I nearly died it all vanished in the moment my baby was placed in my arms. “It’s a boy” said the nurse with a kind smile and a soft voice which showed she was happy for me. “Hey” I said stroking his cheek lightly “I’m your mummy” I said kissing his tiny cheeks hugging him as close as possible could to my chest without hurting him. “Izzy, we need to finish your stiches” said the surgeon very nicely, trying to be gently but his voice had an edge which told me he was rather nervous about what would happen if they didn’t finish my stiches soon. I nodded and carefully Dan took his son out of my arms, smiling down at him, then looking at me with almost adoration before looking back at his son.

Now I knew that I would live I felt the pain which was there when they finished my stiches, it was as if I was too busy on concentrating what would happen if I did die to worry about the pain I was in before. But now I could feel it but I knew that I had to lay through it then I could love my baby. As they cleaned up, Dan lay our son back into my arms kissing my lips lightly to show his love for me and his happiness.

I was so sleepy that I couldn’t really make conversation with anyone, other than to mumble a goodbye to both Bradley and James because their shift was starting, when we reached the hospital room I had been moved to I had to stay in for at least three days under observation. I turned to see my little boy lying in a little crib next to me, I smiled at him even though he was a sleep his little face was facing mind. And I felt Dan squeeze my hand he was sat next to the crib on a chair with my hand back in his grasp as if he would never let go again. My dad the other side came and touched my boiling cheeks with the back of his hand making them cooler. “Sleep darling, they said you would sleepy” And my eye lids closed on cue, smiling at how when I was a little girl my dad would tell me to sleep and I would fall asleep as if in seconds.

When I woke up I looked to see that my baby was no longer in the crib. I sat up slowly, looking around worried that he had gone even though a sensible part of my brain knew this was impossible but I sighed in relief when I saw Jack was holding my baby with my dad looking over his shoulder, grinning at his grandson. Katie and Zander were both sat on the window seat each with a plastic cup of a smoking drink, talking quietly to one another. Chad was sat on the chair next to Dan, but looked like he could drop off to sleep at any moment. They all must have noticed I woke up because they all turned to look at me with concerned glances, apart from Chad who turned but his facial expression did change from exhausted. I no longer felt tired so I smiled at them and looked towards my baby who was still lying snuggled in my brother’s arms. “So he got a name yet?” I asked looking to Dan; he smiled but shook his head. “No I wanted to wait for you to wake up.” I nodded pretty sure that if he had named my son when I was a sleep I would have ripped him a new one, and never talked to him again. Ok maybe not I love him too much not to talk to him again but you get what I mean.