A Mended Heart: A tragic Love Story

Chapter 1: I'm Sorry

"Push... Push"

All the adjectives in the dictionary could not describe the combined emotions in the room. Excitement, anxiousness, fear, panic, worry, most of which were evident on Ezeekiel's face.

Ezeekiel or Zeek as he is called by his loved ones was usually calm and collected. This was due to his military background. After completing his third and final tour he was now home with his wife.

"Push baby, you got this, Push, Push"

"If you say push one more time, ahhhh... this will be the last time you see this vaginaaaaa"

Zeek still fidgeting around in the delivery room, motioned to his wife that he zipped his mouth shut.

"Okay Marsha, I see her head crowning, one last p..."

Marsha turned her head towards the nurse, and mumbled under her breath.

"Don't you fucking say it!"

Both her hands gripped the steel rails on the side of the delivery bed. If looks could kill, you guessed it. Even though Marsha was in the middle of child birth she still kept her wits about her. She herself was a doctor and knew the process of childbirth oh too well. It was obvious Marsha was frustrated, grumpy and exhausted. She was in labor for 13 hours and although not rare, the length was starting to worry the doctors.

Zeek was doing his best to comfort Marsha without agitating her. He was on his fifth wash cloth, keeping it damp and wiping the sweat from her brow. Even in this state he thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. He never loved her more as she was about to bring their first child and baby girl into the world.

"Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore?"

The nurse from behind the monitor called. Zeek wiped Marsha's forehead one more time from left to right slowly before going to the nurse.

"Yes"

Not sure what could need his attention more than his wife at this very moment.

"Umm, we seem to have some complications. The umbilical chord is caught around your daughter's neck."

Zeek was not one hundred percent sure what this meant but he knew it could not be good. He was aware of Marsha's energy fading but figured that was normal.

"What's wrong hunny?"

"Oh, nothing babe."

"Actually Ms. More." The doctor interjected.

"It appears that we have a unique case of Umbilical Chord Prolapse. Usually this occurs after the baby had been delivered and the chord is wrapped around the baby. This in itself is a problem, although easily fixed. However, in your case the chord is wrapped around your daughter and she's still in the womb."

Zeek walked over and held Marsha's hand.

"What does all of this mean doc?"

"Babe... it means, that I can't push our little princess out."

This news, was the final brick placed on Marsha's tired shoulders. She had done everything perfectly through her pregnancy. Ate right, exercised, did yoga, watched all the videos, took all her vitamins. Not to mention she was a doctor, so she was privilledged to extra special care. As she laid on the bed catching her breath she wondered how the hell could this happen.

"Okay, so we get a C-Section."

Zeek suggested confidently, kissing her stomach and rubbing her hands. Marsha was stunning, beautiful from head to toe. She was recently on the cover of "Who's Got Next." The magazine for up and coming professionals and success stories under 30.
         Marsha was the center fold and had two articles. One for her amazing rise in the medical field and secondly for her fitness and fashion website, which evolved from her Instagram page of over 400k followers.