Chapter Eleven

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(POV SARAH MORGAN)

Walking the hospital hallways, waiting for David to wake up, memories flood back. This is the same hospital I had my daughter, Summer. It's where, at last minute, I was told to stop pushing and was rushed to the O.R to get an emergency c-section. Summer decided to be as stubborn as the rest of us and never flip. Tears streamed down my face as I held Davids hand. I wasn't in pain but feeling the tugging and pressure inside my stomach was a little more than I expected. But not long after we had our little girl.

Summer was a miracle. I was told I couldn't ever have children. It was a reality I wasn't prepared for but dealt with. As adults, most of us dream of having a family one day. After hearing I would never have a child, I felt like an incomplete woman. I deal with people in the same position all the time at the hospital. It's never easy telling someone bad news. But when the tables are flipped, you understand how much harder it is for the person receiving the news.

Most of the battle was within me. David never once blamed me or hated me. Instead, he took my hand and promised everything would be alright. If, and when we were ready for kids, there were other options. You can imagine both of our surprise when I had morning sickness for a week straight before taking a pregnancy test on the off chance..  It was positive.

Eight months later, we had our little girl. Her name, Summer, having a meaning behind it. Summer was the season when I was told the news of not being able to conceive, got engaged, was married to David, and then, eventually, gave birth. And the name fit her better than any. Always bright and happy, she warmed up my coldest and darkest days.

I still can't believe she's gone. A cloud has been been cast over the sun in my life.

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