My Perfect Life

The Baby Is Born?

*7 months later*
Medical school is almost over with and I'm passing with a high grade. They say I'm a potential "pro" surgeon. I'm also nine months into the pregnancy. My stomach is completely huge now.

I can't even fit in my clothes anymore, I had to go shopping to get more outfits.

I have contractions from time to time but I'm not going into labor. Alex on the other hand has spoiled me beyond belief. We don't want a baby shower for personal reasons, but it feels like one since Alex showers me with gifts. I could be a week from labor or I could go into labor today. I'm honestly excited and can't wait.

"Babe, wake up." Alex said. He started rubbing my stomach.

"Mm what....I'm tired." I groaned. "Come on we got to go eat." He poked at my cheek.

I rose up and rested my back against the frame of the bed. I fixed my hair and rubbed my eyes. "Can't I sleep for a little longer?" I said, I had a bad night.

"Come on, please." He said concerned.

I growled and handed my hand out that way he could help me out of the bed. He grabbed my palm, slowly guiding me off the bed with his hand on my back. I hissed to the pain of my hips.

"It's okay, it's okay. Breathe." Alex comforted me. It took me a while to get out of the room. I did eventually though. "You sit here, I'll make breakfast and then afterwards you can go get into the warm bath." He said.

"Baby. How many times do I have to say that spoiling me isn't going to bring the baby out faster." I laughed. "I know. My queen needs to be served."

I breathe in and out, it's getting harder to take a breath.

"You okay?" Alex asked, he notcied my unusual breathing. "Yeah I'm fine. I'm not really hungry, how about that bath?" I asked wanting to get into warm water.

"Of course, come on." He guided me to the bathroom. Alex turnt on the water and made sure it was the perfect temperature. He plugged the drain that way the water would stay in the tub.

"Here take of your clothes." He demanded. He helped me get undressed. Taking off my shirt first, then my pants. I shivered under his cold finger tips. "Slowly step in." He said, holding my hand as I stepped in. One foot at a time.

"Ow. It hurts." I yelp. Contractions hit me just like that. I take deep breaths and keep track of the time.

"I don't think this is false labor babe!" I scream. His face lit up. All of a sudden my water broke. I was standing in the bath tub. "My water broke." I said out of shock.

"Wha-what do we do?" He asked.

"Take me to the damn hospital stoopid. Hurry!" I screamed. He picks me up bridal style. I take deep and shallow breaths, to try to keep my self under control. "Breath baby breath." Alex says, mocking my breathing pattern.
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Nurses rush me into the delivery room. Everything is happening so fast I don't know what to do. Alex on the other hand, is comforting me, like everyone else people are telling me to breath.

Pushing, and breathing, sweating and hurting is all a natural process of labor. I never knew it would be this hard. "Baby breath, it's okay." He says pushing the strands of hair away from my forehead.

"I see the head! Keep pushing!"

One more push I thought, one more and I get to see my little baby boy. When a flash hit me the doctors yelled that the baby was here. Just like that my baby boy was quickly rushed out of the room. Both me and Alex looked super worried.

"Where are they taking him Alex!" I scream. All I wanted was to hold my baby.

"Its okay. He'll be fine." Alex reassures me, but I could sense some worry in him too. I feel straight to sleep and I don't even know how. I guess from all the pushing I grew tired.

I was woken awake by Alex. Who gently shook me. "Babe." He says quietly.

"Huh? Yeah." My body jolted up. I realized I was still in the hospital.

"Look." He turned his head towards the door where two nurses were walking towards me with my baby. Tears started streaming filling my eyes.

"Here you go miss. Congrats"

I was reunited with my baby. He was silently sleeping. Huffing and puffing.

My sweet young Daniel Smith Guzman.