Hannah
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God it hurt. It hurt so bad. I see people all around me. They put be into a strange-smelling hospital gown. They place me on a bed. They push and prod my stomach. Tell me to relax.

Relax. It will hurt less if I relax.

How can I relax when I feel this much pain?

I see my mom hovering over me, holding my hand.

“Breathe,” the nurse says. She tries to hold my knees apart. I try to squeeze them together.

“You need to let the doctor see,” she says sternly. The doctor shines a light at me. These strangers are everywhere. I want them to go.

“No,” I murmur. “Please no.”

The doctor tries to see my baby. He’s hurting me. I take shallow breaths. “Please. Please stop.”

My mom holds my head, trying to comfort me. She starts crying.

“Mom,” I whisper. “Make them stop.”

She shakes her head, crying more. The doctor keeps pressing. It hurts so much.

I cry. I push when the doctor tells me to. I try to think happy thoughts. About how my baby will look. I think of what I will name him. I think of having a big happy family. I fill my head with fantasy pictures. It helps.

The doctor tells me to push, I push.

The doctor tells me to breathe, I breathe.

I pretend I don’t hear anything. I pretend I’m someplace far away, with my baby and Logan and Arianna and my mom. Anywhere but this terrible place.

And then, I hear crying.

I open my eyes. There he is, red and wrinkly. Fists flailing, feet kicking. His little mouth open. The nurse takes him away. I cry out, reaching for my baby. They took him away. My heart aches with emptiness.

The doctors clean me up. They bring me to my hospital bed. Then they bring me my baby. My beautiful  baby. “It’s a girl,” the nurse whispered, handing me my baby.

She was beautiful. Her tiny pink face was scrunched up. She had stopped crying the minute she was placed in my arms. She cuddles into my arms. My baby.

My mom walks in beside me, stroking my hair. “She’s beautiful,” she whispered.

I nodded. “She’s prefect.”

I sat there for a long time, my baby in my arms. Her tiny little eyes were scrunched up. I held her close to me. It was over. And my perfect little baby was in my arms. I let out a sigh, my eyes brimming with tears.

My mom had fallen asleep on the coach next to me. I motioned for one of the nurses. "Could...could you get Logan for me?" I whispered. It was time for him to see his baby. Our baby. 




Baby's here(:
Sadly, the story is nearing its end ):