When Times are Tough

-Part 1-

Nick was born 2 pounds and 11 ounces to Mr. and Mrs. Nixon at a large hospital in Chicago. There was just one problem. He was born with the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck. Twice. This is where we will begin our story. I will be back later to dip into your reading and catch you up on anything you may have missed.

Dr. Robert knew what to do. He took the child, from Mrs. Nixon before she had time to even see his face. "Donna! Cut it now!" He shouted urgently attempting to save the baby before it went.
"Yes sir," Shouted Donna, "Hold still ma'am." She cut the cord and Dr. Robert pulled the baby over to the small table near them where he began rolling the baby across the table with one hand, holding the umbilical cord with down at the start with the other.

Now I'm sure you're thinking, what kind of procedure is that? And thats what Mr. And Mrs. Nixon were think as well, while neither of them said anything to the doctor.
"I'll be right back!" said Dr. Robert on his way out of the room holding the baby, who's neck was now blue, and running out of the room.
He stormed into the care room making a big ruckus as he got the baby on a ventilator immediately as fast as he possibly could in hopes to keep it alive. He wrapped the baby up in a blanket, and set him in a little crib in line with a few other new borns. He told the care givers, "Keep close attention on this one, I will be back after I tell the parents what just happened."
"Yes doctor." said one of the caregivers.
He walked swiftly down the hallway back to the parents to tell them what exactly just happened. Holy shit.
he thought to himself as he walked. How am going to explain this? He arrived back to Mr. Nixon trying to soothe Mrs. Nixon's crying. "The doctor has it all under control," he would say, "It's going to be all right." Then she would cry a bit louder. When Dr. Robert entered, the room got quiet. Fast.
"If you hadn't yet noticed, your child-"
"We know what happened," interrupted Mr. Nixon, "The umbilical cord."
"Yes," said the doctor, "I did all that I could. We hope the baby will live but the chances are low. And if he does live, the chances are even higher that he will has some sort of mental disability." Dr. Robert said glumly. "But it's a boy."

This is just me again, the author. Know I'm not sure about you, but I'm sure most who read this are thinking, he's going to be one of those miracle babies, right? And I tell you now, so that you will know. This is not a miracle story. This is not one of those miraculous event things where they grow up perfectly fine, and you cant even tell that anything happened. I guarantee a happy ending though. That is all I can do, for I am just what the story tells me to do. Please, continue reading. I will now bother you again.

"I hope he is okay." said Mrs. Nixon, through her thick tears, and running snot.
"Jessie," said Mr. Nixon. Mrs. Nixon looked up when she heard her name. "He will be. I promise."
"I hope you're right." she sobbed. "I really hope so."
"When will we be able to see him?" asked Mr. Nixon
"Umm..," the doctor glanced at his watch, "in about 5 hours, so about 4:30 p.m." Everyone talked quietly, and the only constant noise now was the sobs of Al and Jessie Nixon, the new parents of an adorable baby boy.
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After the doctor left the room, a young nurse came in to run a few tests on the new mom and then they were left alone in the room, tao wait the 5 longest hours of their entire lives. Jessie slept, while Al paced the room, back and forth for the first two hours of the five, trying to think of names. He never arrived upon one which he liked enough to use it on his first born child. When Jessie woke, there was just 30 minutes until they would see their boy for the first time.