Being an Evans (Sequel to Sadly, I'm in Love with You)

Chapter 19: Finale

Natalie's P.O.V

November 30th, 2015

I had been in the hospital for a few days because of a scare with Ellie, but I'm convinced that now she doesn't want to come out. I observe the hospital room around me, it's a lot like the one I had with the boys, but this time it's a regular white room and T.V on the wall is smaller than a computer monitor. The incessant sound of my I.V beeping is starting to make me anxious, and I'm scared that something bad is going to happen. Elias and Percy lay in my arms, as they struggle to watch the T.V program that occupies the television. 

Chris sits in the chair across from the bed, barely containing himself, he adjusts in the chair every few minutes, and checks his phone for messages he has yet to receive. My family along with Chris' has visited many times throughout the three days that I've spent in this room, and each time they come, they're surprised I haven't been induced or given birth yet. 

Doctor Wayland has yet to come in today, and I'm beginning to think she's forgotten about me. The thoughts that run through my head are slowly eating away at my sanity, but then again I have to keep strong, and carry on. If I hadn't have tripped over one of the boys toys, and watched where I had been  walking I wouldn't be in this mess. 

When I arrived at the hospital three days ago, Doctor Wayland gave me an ultrasound, and assured me that since the brunt of the fall was my back and butt, that Ellie should be fine. But, with all the stress I had undergone lately, that it might've sent Ellie into a distress. A knock on the hospital door, knocked me out of my reverie, and in walked Doctor Wayland, "How are you Mrs. Evans?" She asked, clipboard in hand.

"A little stressed out, " I started, with a frown, "Shouldn't Ellie be here by now?" I then questioned,a short tone to my voice, and a serious look occupying my face.

"Yes, she should've been," Doctor Wayland replied, but then added, "But, she was absolutely fine when we conducted the ultrasound, and it's perfectly normal for a baby to be over due. " 

"I'm sorry, I'm just really stressed, and I think that we need to do something." I say, with a genuine yet serious look on my face.

"Okay, we'll send you down for an ultrasound, and a cervix check," Doctor Wayland said, "If you're ready for labour, then we will induce you." She then added.

"Okay." I agreed. 

After the short ultrasound, and the slightly painful cervix check, they sent me back to my room. Not to long after I got back to the room, Doctor Wayland joined us once again, "Natalie, it appears that we may have a problem, " She started, trailing off going completely silent.

"A problem?" I asked, fear washing over me.

"It seems as though, you are ready for labour, but Ellie is in a breech position." She answered, a sullen look on her face.

"What does that mean?" Chris spoke up, standing up from his chair.

Doctor Wayland looked between the two of us, and then frowned, "It means that the baby is trying to come feet first, and we need to get you into an operation room as soon as possible, " She replied, and then added, "If we don't, the baby or possibly you, Natalie could die." 

A few tears fell down my cheeks, and Chris wiped them away with a tissue from the bedside table. I nodded towards Doctor Wayland, "Take me now." I demanded, a stern tone to my voice.

"Are you sure about this?" Chris asked, grabbing my hand, as they situated me into a wheelchair. 

"Whatever may happen, know that I love you with all my heart and soul." I said, as I nodded in reply to Chris' question.

As I was wheeled out of my hospital room, it was almost as if my whole life passed before my eyes. Everything from fights with my Mother, to hilarious moments I had with Brock and Layne, and the first time that I ever met Chris, when he slammed into at that Red Sox World Series game.The mirage of events was eery and it took strength to bring out of it, but when I finally pulled away, I took the time to pray. I prayed for not only myself, but for my unborn baby girl, if anyone would have to die, I prayed that it would be me, and not this little girl who had yet to experience what life was like. Ellie's life had so much more value than mine did, but then again I would be leaving the love of my life, and two beautiful boys who would have never remembered me if I had died. 

When we finally arrived in the operating room, I was lifted onto a bed and my face was then masked. Soon rather than later, the sound of silence and darkness engulfed me. 

A Few Hours Later

I awoke finally, and rose from my spot on the firm and uncomfortable hospital bed. The pain in my abdomen was striking, and I had no other choice but to lay back against the pillows. I searched desperately for the nurse call button, and once I found it I pressed the button roughly. 

A nurse's voice came from the speaker in the wall, "Mrs. Evans do you want me to inform Doctor Wayland that you've awoken?" She asked, a sweet genuine tone to her voice. 

"That would be great." I replied quickly, and then the intercom shut off, and the silence of the room took over once again.

Within five minutes, Doctor Wayland walked briskly into the room with a smile on her face, "How are you, Natalie?" She asked.

"I'm in pain, and I'd like to know what happened." I stated shortly.

"You and your baby made it through the procedure, and Ellie is perfectly healthy." She replied, giving me a heartwarming smile, "I can send her in with Chris, if you would like?" Doctor Wayland then asked, a questioning look upon her face.

"Yes, please." I replied, and she left the room.

A few moments later, Chris entered the room, pushing a baby inside a little crib. Behind Chris stood Brock, who brought the boys in and sat them down in the chair, leaving just as quickly as he had came inside the room.

Chris wheeled Ellie over to the side of the bed, she was swaddled in a hospital blanket, and she wore the beanie Chris had bought the day before in the gift shop. When I laid eyes on her I immediately fell in love with her. I was so very happy that we were both okay, and we had made it through the past few days. Ellie was a miracle baby, and a beautiful one at that.