Madelyn’s POV
“Mommy! Look! There’s Justin!” Alexis yelled as we walked into the Sprint Center. She pointed to the poster with Justin Bieber’s face on it.
“Come on, Lex! We have to find our seats.” My mom grabbed her hand and led her down the stairs. We had a decent view of the stage, about half way down. It was Paige and Alexis’ first concert, and of course it was Justin Bieber.
“I’m going to go to the bathroom, Mad.” My mom said. She was eight months pregnant with twins, so I knew this was just the beginning. I sat down in my seat and watched Paige and Alexis take in the venue. Alexis couldn’t stop talking about it, while Paige just stood mesmerized.
“I cannot believe we are going to see Justin Bieber!” Alexis shouted in my face. Normally, I would’ve yelled at her, but she was just excited. At six, I didn’t expect any less of a reaction. I was also screaming, on the inside. I couldn’t believe we were actually getting to see Justin Bieber.
Just as the opening act came on, my mom returned. She looked uncomfortable, but that wasn’t anything new. She sat down and looked so pleased with herself. She had gotten these concert tickets less than a week ago, when it was already sold out. She begged and pleaded, and that’s how we got here.
It wasn’t until halfway through the second opening act she started wincing with pain.
“Are you okay, Mom?” I asked, concerned.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” she paused, “No, I think I’m in labor.” She grunted out.
My mind went in a flurry of activity. What should I do? Who could I call? We didn’t have any family around. My dad was out of the country.
“What should I do?” I asked, panicked.
“I need to get to the hospital. I’ve been having contractions all day, but now they are real.” She was wincing even more.
“Okay, let’s go!” I hopped out onto the aisle to start up the stairs.
“Mad, I can’t get up those stairs. Let’s go down. We will find someone to let us out down there.” She was such a logical thinker.
I grabbed Paige and Alexis’ hands and started down the stairs. After twenty stairs we reached the bottom of the arena where a security guard stood.
“I’m having my babies. I need to get out and I can’t walk up all of those stairs.” My mom explained the rare situation to the guard who didn’t look sympathetic at all. But as luck would have it, a familiar face was walking by. I recognized Scooter Braun, Justin Bieber’s manager, as he was walking up to see what the problem was. As soon as he heard the story he rushed my mom backstage to see the doctor.
My mom told him she didn’t want us to miss the concert, so sat us in the front row with Pattie Mallette, Justin’s mom. The whole time Pattie kept running backstage to check on the progress. They decided they didn’t have time to get her to the hospital, so they would deliver the babies backstage.
By Justin’s second song my new brother and sister had entered the world. During the break before his encore Pattie whisked us backstage to see them. My mom looked great for just having two babies without any medicine and the babies were darling. They were swaddled in t-shirts due to the lack of baby clothes at a concert.
