Bad Idea (Hariana)

049. WELCOME TO THE WORLD

NARRATOR
(Trigger warning! Talks of birth)

BLAIR screamed out and gripped her fiancé's hand tightly as he stood anxiously beside her, watching her begin to push the baby out and into the beautiful world. Tears of pain, happiness and all of the above streamed down her face as she looked up at the ceiling, all of her remaining energy being sucked from her body.

"Her head is poking out, angel. You're doing amazing." The nurse coached, praising the soon to be mother. Her cries grew louder as her mother and Harry watched in agony, hating to see their most beloved girl in such sheer pain.

"Fuck!" Harry whimpered quietly as his girlfriend squeezed his hand harder, biting his knuckles to cope with the pain. If one thing was for certain, it was that harry ignored whatever pain or life blair was squeezing out of his hand, because at the end of the day, he was focused on meeting his beautiful creation.

Nonetheless, he dealt with it. If it helped Blair with the pain she felt, he was okay with it. Knuckle-biting pain was nowhere near the extreme pain she was experiencing.

"Why isn't the fucking epidural working?!" She roared out, gripping Harry's hand even tighter. "You might have gotten here too late. The medicine might not be able to function at full capacity when that happens." The doctor explained.

Troye was now inside of the room, and his eyes grew wide from the chair he was seated at as he and Joan filmed the birth of the child; something Blair had requested.

"1.. 2.. 3.. push!" The nurse coached Blair once more, monitoring her breathing and making sure Blair stayed consistent with delivering the child. "I can see her head!" Joan called out from the chair she remained in, clapping the two of her hands together. Her head began to slide out more and more as Blair continued to push, using up all of her strength in that singular moment.

"You're doing amazing, cherié. her whole head is almost out now. Open your eyes, and look at her." Harry continued to cheer his girlfriend on, his eyes welling up with tears. Blair unclenched her eyes and stared down at the little curly mound of dark hair atop her beautiful girls head.

Harry could make out dark and curly hair atop his daughters head, much like his own and Blair's natural hair color.

"Shes so fucking beautiful." He began to cry out, lifting a hand from his side and bringing it up to wipe his eyes. The baby's entire head was out now, and the rest of the pushing would be slightly easier, although there was nothing easy about birth.

"You're almost there, love. Keep pushing." The doctor added, congratulating Blair. "You're almost done, B!" Troye called out, the only friend actually looking at the baby being delivered.

Blair pushed, giving her all out energy in pushing her son out, she felt a huge relief when she felt a body pulled out of her, her stomach immediately deflating as the placenta and her body fluids come out. Blair continued to use the last few bits of her strength, pushing out her daughter known as Moon.

"You did it, baby!" Harry cheered, tears coming out of his eyes in happiness. He kissed Blair's lips, the taste of both of their sweat and tears all over them. 

"Would you like to cut the umbilical cord Harry?" Dr. Endres asked as Harry nodded. His hands
were shaky as he looked at the baby on Dr. Endres' hands, he accepted the surgical scissors from one of the nurse and cut the cord, looking at the small little girl.

The doctors scooped her up rather quickly and placed her onto a table, checking all of her vitals and organs. "Holy shit." Blair breathed out, attempting to catch her breath. Harry was now crying, Blair joining in at the sight of her boyfriend.

Happy tears filled the silent hospital room, sounds of sniffles replacing what should have been the sound of a healthy baby crying. "Why isn't she crying?" Harry asked, peering over at his oddly still daughter on the table.

"Not exactly sure yet. We need to run a few tests on her to be totally sure." The doctor quickly answered, avoiding eye contact with Harry.

The couples breath quickened, both sharing a look of anxiety. In preparation for the moment the baby would be handed to him, Harry took off his shirt and tossed it to the side, pulling a chair up to the bed directly beside his tired girlfriend.

Moon had been taken away from them and placed into another room, the doctors following her.

Worry spread across the couples bodies and overcame them, but Blair was too tired to even begin to process what could be happening to her newborn.

"What if something actually is wrong with her, Haz?" The small girl asked her boyfriend, her brown hair tangled across the white hospital pillow. "She'll be okay, Cherié. There is nothing to worry about." Harry replied in a soothing tone, running his hand gently over his distressed girlfriends arm.

She nodded her head slightly and allowed her eyes to flutter, almost drifting off to sleep.

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ABOUT 15 minutes later, the nurses and doctors rejoined the room, baby Moon with them this time.

Blair's eyes lit up at the sight of her child as she hadn't yet held her, but her light was soon dimmed when she realized the tragic state Moon was now in.

Tears began to stream down the couples face as they stared at their baby in a clear bassinet, hooked up to tubes and breathing machines, looking helpless as ever. "Can i have a word alone with the both of you two?" Doctor Endres asked, looking at the remaining people in the room.

Blair's best friends nodded quickly and left the room with Nurse Jackson, heading for the hallway. Doctor anderson pulled up a chair and placed herself in front of Harry and Blair, a grim look spread across her face.

"Whats wrong?!" Harry yelled worriedly, sitting on the edge of his seat. Blair pulled a weak arm across the bed and gently pushed Harry back, signaling him to control his urges.

"Thank you, Blair. Now I have a few things to say about your daughters condition." doctor anderson continued. The couple took one last look at each other, then at their helpless daughter and took a sharp breath in, attempting to mentally prepare themselves.

Prepare for the worst, but hope for the best.

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