I have been in the hospital for an hour now and the contractions are closer and more painful than they were before. Mr and Mrs Waters are here now, so is Kaitlyn. Mr Waters is out in the waiting room though, with Isaac's parents, Kaitlyn's parents, Peter, Lidewij and Bas. So in the room with me is my dad, Isaac, Kaitlyn and Gus' mum. I am only about three centimetres dilated at the moment so I still have some hours left before I actually give birth.
As soon as I arrived in the hospital room Dr Maria made me put on one of those horrible hospital gowns, so I am no longer in jogging bottoms and a t-shirt. Unfortunately.
It isn't long before another contraction comes and I'm squeezing Isaac's and my dad's hands whilst I cry out in pain and the girls rub my back.
"I want Gus, and mum." I cry. I am actually crying. Tears are actually falling down my face.
"I know you do, sweetie, but they're so proud of you and they are watching you right now with huge smiles on their faces and talking about how brave you are. You sure you don't want an epidural?" My dad says, softly.
"I'm sure." I answer. I want to feel everything. This is probably going to be the only time I will ever have a baby so I want to feel it no matter how much it hurts. AND IT HURTS LIKE HELL! Literally, it feels like someone's ripping out your insides. But I want to feel it.
"Do you want me to get you anything, Hazel?" Gus' mum asks.
"Could you go and get me a hamburger meal from McDonald's, please? I'm hungry." I ask.
"Okay, I'll be back soon." She says before leaving the room.
Dr Maria comes in the room again to check on me and the babies; she comes in every fifteen minutes because of how small my daughter is. But still, we won't know if anything is wrong until she is born.
"How close are your contractions?" She asks me.
"About eighteen minutes." I tell her.
She nods and checks some things before leaving again.
Leaving me in more tears.
I have a feeling that she knows something is wrong with my baby, she's just not telling me.
I start sobbing and my dad embraces me. I sob into his shirt. Isaac rubs my back. Kaitlyn rubs my arm.
"Shh. Everything's going to be all right." Isaac says.
"We don't know that. Something's wrong with my baby girl and no one's telling me what it is." I cry.
"Shh." My dad says, trying to soothe me, but nothing's working. I just continue to cry.
...
Nine hours later and I am still in labour. The contractions are stronger and much closer than they were before. They are now three minutes apart.
I ate my McDonald's in five minutes I was that hungry, but I haven't eaten anything else for eight hours and I am starving, but I'm not allowed to eat anything.
Dr Maria comes in again just as another contraction rips through my body and I cry out in pain, gripping Isaac's hand as hard as I can. I kinda broke my dad's hand earlier. I feel guilty and I keep saying sorry, but he keeps saying that it's all right.
Dr Maria checks me and my babies before announcing that I am ready to push. But she leaves the room to get more nurses, saying, "Don't start pushing until I get back."
So I wait.
She arrives five minutes later with about four other nurses.
"Why do I need so many nurses?" I ask.
"Hazel, on your next contraction I need you to push really hard for me, okay?" Dr Maria says, completely ignoring my question.
Something's wrong. I knew it.
"What's wrong with my baby?" I ask.
"Hazel, you don't need to worry about that right now. You need to worry about getting those babies out. Okay?" She says. "Push."
So I push, as hard as I can, crying out in pain, literally crying, and squeezing Isaac's hand so hard it actually turns a sickly shade of white.
"Good, I can see Baby A's head. Push again on your next contraction."
I push again as soon as the next contraction starts.
"The head is out, one more push and your little boy will be here."
I push, again. But I stop when I hear the wails coming from my little boy. I relax and open my eyes to find Dr Maria holding up my little boy who has my little sprouts of hair coming out of his head, the same colour as mine.
"Who wants to cut the cord?" Dr Maria asks.
"Dad, can you do it?" I ask. He nods; I see tears in his eyes as he cuts the cord.
Some nurses wrap up son in a blanket and they give him to my dad.
It is then that the pain comes back and I cry out, gripping tightly onto Isaac's hand.
"Hazel, push."
So I do.
I keep pushing. Every time a contraction comes, I push.
But when the pain goes away I don't hear anything.
I open my eyes and find Dr Maria cutting the cord of my daughter and taking her over to the machines in the corner of the room. The other nurses gather around her so I can't see what's going on.
"Why isn't she crying?" I ask.
Dr Maria turns to face me, but she doesn't say anything.
"Why isn't my daughter crying?" I ask again, tears are falling down my cheeks at a steady pace.
Dr Maria rushes over to me, I don't know why. She should be attending to my daughter.
I feel weak, and tired, and sore.
"She's bleeding!" Dr Maria yells. A nurse rushes over to me and my eyelids start to feel heavy.
The next thing I see is black.
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RomanceIt has been four weeks. Four weeks since Augustus and I had lost our virginities to each other in Amsterdam. He is in the hospital, dying, and I can't do anything to stop it. I love him so much and he's dying. He's leaving me. I always thought that...
