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Giving Birth to a Baby Girl-(Torrey Smith)

"You need any help?" you asked your aunt. She continued washing the dishes. "No, I'm good. You should be resting." You pouted. "I'm not even tired" you told her resting your hand on your large, protruding stomach. She gave you a look. "I'm going to go call Torrey." The Ravens had just won game against the Kansas City Chiefs 9-6. It was a low score, but a win is a win. "Do you know when he's getting back?" You shrugged. "The flight from Kansas City to here isn't that long. About 2 hours and 30 minutes. He's going to be back in a little bit."

You went to leave the room when you felt a sharp pain in your stomach. Your aunt rushed over to you. "Are you alright?" You tried to stand up. "It's probably just some Braxton H-" you ground your teeth together. The pain got worse. "Come on, we're going to the hospital" your aunt said leading out to car. When you got into the car writhing from pain, you called Torrey. "Hey" he answered, sleep heavy in voice. "Torrey..the baby..is coming."

"Now?! Like right now?" "Yes, jackass!" you snapped, you wanted to pull his dreads. "Get here, now" you commanded, as you gripped the door handle. "Alright, we're about to leave to the airport now." "I love you, and hurry up" "Okay, baby I will. You can do this. I love you too."

As you approached the hospital, your contractions became worse. Your aunt stopped the car in front of the hospital, and helped you inside. The nurse immediately helped you into a wheelchair and you were rolled into a hospital room where a doctor came in to check your dilation. He lifted up the hospital gown and looked underneath. Your aunt sat beside you, holding your hand. You could feel the doctor checking, which made you a little uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as the pain. "You're ready to push, Mrs. Smith" he informed.

"But my husband isn't here I can't do it without him." "I'm sorry, but you need to give birth." A tear rolled down your cheek. "He'll make it" your aunt interjected. You stayed quiet, hoping she was right.Other nurses and assistants came into the room, getting ready to help you. "He's going to miss his daughter's birth.." you cried. The doctor got you in position, and then told you on the "count of three, push." You aunt held your hand on one side. Your screams and cries filled the hospital's room. "I need a big push." A man with a mask on walked over and let you grip his hand for the next 3 hours of birth. He never left your side. Sweat covered your face, and your hair looked a mess.

You pushed as hard as you could. "We have the head" the doctor announced. "Another big push." You gave one more push, your head and upper back lifting of the bed, and heard a cry. "Would you like to cut the cord?" the doctor asked the masked man. "What?! He is not cutting the cord! Torrey was suppose to cut the cord.." you trailed of sadly. He had just missed his daughter's birth. The male removed his mask. And you saw Torrey's smile. He walked over to the doctor and cut the umbilical cord. Tears spilled out of your eyes. He was here the whole time.

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