Everything is Going Okay

Chapter 3

When we got to the hospital, they took me straight in for an emergency c-section.

The blood hadn't stopped coming.

I was bawling and doubling over in pain, but Matthew was trying to stay as strong as he could.

"Everything is going to be okay. You got that Dylin? Even if we lose this baby, we still have 2 perfect daughters to love." he smiled and kissed my head as they started the incision.

"A...all I wanted was for Jaiden to stay. I was so excited when he came back after the twins were born. But when I caught Jai and Mel together, I thought I was going to die. It was the worst pain ever, like my heart was literally ripped in two. But then you came, and I learned to love again. I love you so much Matthew." I cried as I stared into his eyes.

He kissed my lips as more pressure was being out onto me.

I tried to fight the pain, but it only made it worse, until the point that made it all worth-while.

They had promised us that if our baby was alive, he was going to be almost lifeless when they delivered him, but our little man came out screaming.

It was the most amazing sound a mother could ever hear.

Matthew looked over the sheet and then looked at me.

"Our little boy is here." he smiled at me as we both started to cry.

They wrapped him up and brought him over to us.

"Hi little man." I smiled as they handed him to Matthew.

He was so small, he couldn't even it the hospital hat.

I reached over and held onto his hand.

He grasped it and then let go.

I looked at Matthew who was looking at the baby.

"Matthew, what's happening?" I asked, hesitating to spit the words out.

He wasn't responding and was starting to turn blue.

"Matthew. What is happening?" I said a little bit louder.

"I... I don't know..." he started.

"Nurse!" Matthew yelled as a nurse ran by and took the baby out of his arms.

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After 3 hours, they finally came back to us.

I was now back in the hospital bed, enjoying time with the girls and Matthew.

"Miss Evans?" the doctor asked.

"Yes?"

"Your son is slowly declining in oxygen and brain productivity. Because you delivered 98 days early, your son developed Hydrocephalus. This disorder is not only extremely fatal, but it is extremely expensive to treat. Now, there is no actual cure, but we can treat it by placing a 'shunt' into his brain, which will drain some of the water to his bladder." the doctor explained as I tightened my grip on Matthew's hand.

"Okay, we'll do anything. I'm sure we have enough. How much does the shunt treatment cost?" Matthew asked the doctor.

"Well the average cost is around $36,000 dollars." the doctor answered in a sort of uneasy tone.

"Well I have 54,000 saved up, we can use that." Matthew said.

"But Matt, that's been your life savings since you were 7!" I protested.

"Nothing is more important in my life than my children." Matthew argued as he turned to the doctors.

"We will follow-through with the shunt placement." Matthew told him.

"Fantastic." the doctor said as he walked out.

"Matthew James Wymms, I will not let you spend all of your LIFE SAVINGS on this. I'm sure I can cover it somehow." I told Matthew.

"Dylin Grace Evans," he said, obviously mocking me, "this is OUR child. I am paying for the placement. I love you and these children more than anything, and I want to prove it."

I was puzzled until he reached into his jacket pocket and knelt down.

"Dylin Evans, ever since 5th grade I knew this moment would one day come. I love you so much. Will you marry me?" he asked as I nodded and he slowly stood back up.

I grabbed his face and brought it closer to me.

It was the most perfect kiss we had ever shared. Totally topped any movie charts in my book.

"I love you so much." I laughed as he slid the ring onto my finger.

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The doctor came in an hour later to update.

"Your son is currently on life support and 24 hour watch. I know that isn't what you want to hear, but it is helping maintain body levels. You're not going to like this either, but since there is a somewhat likely chance he won't survive, we must ask if you have a name to help fill out the birth certificate."

That news hit Matt and I pretty hard, but I managed to talk.

"We want to name him Nikolai Matthew." I said.

Matt looked over at me.

"Are you sure you want to give him my name?"

"Absolutely positive."