to live, to die

The screaming coming from the room made anyone walking past it green in the face. I was worst inside, as the woman braced against another contraction. Blood was pooling around her legs, the doctors had a worried expression on their faces. One nurse had to leave the room, accompanied by the husband, both nearly getting sick. Another bloodcurdling screamed issued from the woman, as the pain wracked her body.
- Come on Sylvie, push a little bit more, the child is crowning. The doctor said, from between her legs.
Sylvie whimpered as she tried to do what the doctor told her. She was loosing consciousness quickly, as she bore down. She cried out in triumph and exhaustion, as she felt her child slip out from her body. Her head fell back, before she brought it back up, worried.
- It’s not crying! She shouted.
- Doctor, we are loosing them both! One of the nurses cried out.
- No!!! Sylvie shouted, as one of the nurses pushed her back down. The doctors took the child to the other side of the room, trying to get the gunk out of the infant’s mouth. They quickly attached heart monitors to the child as well as breathing apparatus. They ushered the infant out in an incubator, as the other doctor tried to help the mother. They worked on the woman for an hour before they left, looking for the husband. The doctor found him in the waiting room, leaning against the wall, still very green.
- How is she? I saw them take the child. What is going on? He asked, worry etched into his face.
- Your wife was hemerging but we managed to stop it. Your child on the other hand is in bad health. It was to be expected with it being a month and a half early, but not this bad. Your child is not able to breath on his own at the moment, nor can his heart keep up with the pressure of lack of oxygen. We have sent him to neonatology, so when they can stabilize your child, they will contact you.
- Is it a boy or a girl?
- A boy. But I wouldn’t put my hopes up yet. He has a rough 48hrs ahead of him.
- Can I see my wife?
- She is sleeping but yes. The doctor informed him.
- Thank you. He walked into the room, seeing his pale wife peacefully sleeping. He placed a chair right next to the bed, sitting down. He brushed his hand lightly on his wife’s silky cheek, smiling lightly when she stirred.
- Did I wake you?
- It’s ok. She said in a hoarse voice. How is our baby?
- We don’t know. He said, his face showing off his unease.
- He’s dying isn’t he? She said softly, tears streaming down her face.
- They haven’t said anything. Don’t worry. How did you known it was a boy?
- Mother’s intuition.
- What shall we name him?
- Emile?
- I was thinking Edwyn.
- Why?
- It’s a nice name. He shrugged.
- It sounds nice. Edwyn Charles Baker. At that moment a nurse walked in, smiling softly.
- Do you need anything, Mrs. Baker? Any pain medications?
- No thank you.
- Ok. If you need anything just press the button by your left side. The neonatal doctor shall be coming pretty soon. She informed them before she left. They sat in silence for an hour before they heard a light knocking before the door gently opened.
- Mr. and Mrs. Baker?
- Yes.
- I’m Dr. Shorthouse, and I’m your son’s doctor.
- How is he? The husband asked.
- Well we were expecting some complications, since he’s a preemie, but…this is hard to tell you, he seems to be taking this badly. We believe that he has gone into shock. As well, he has a hard time breathing, if he can even breathe at all. His heart is working overtime; we fear that he may obtain some brain injuries from lack of oxygen. As well he has developed a high fever. We are trying everything that we can to keep your child alive.
- But will he live? She asked.
- I don’t know. We’re giving him a 60% chance of survival if nothing else goes bad. Don’t give up on him ok? He said before he left. Silvia burst out crying, her husband taking her into his arms.
- Why? Why did I go through that just so he could die! It’s not fair!
- Shush. It’s ok. He’s strong he takes from you. He’ll survive.
- But what if…
- Don’t go there. He shall be fine. He said gravely. Now go to bed. You need to rest. If something happens I’ll wake you up.
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They were in the hospital for a few days, before they were allowed to go see their son. Monitors for his heart, his breathing and his pulse overshadowed the tiny infant. He was gently wrapped in a blanket, but he had a cool cloth in his tiny forehead. The doctors told them that there were no improvements, but that there was also no decline, even though it has been a week since the birth.
- Can I hold him? Sylvie asked.
- No he must stay in the incubator. I’m sorry, in know how hard it is to just be able to see and not touch. Don’t worry he’s a fighter.
- Ok.
Suddenly the monitors went berserk. Nurses and a doctor rushed into the room, ushering the two stricken couple out of the room. An hour later, they were able to enter the room, where the doctor told them that their son just had a heart attack. The sat next to their boxed child, openly weeping. For the next month, their child got stronger, and bigger till they were able to bring him home, but his breathing was labored on certain nights. He was to see the doctors every month for the next year, but other then that he was a strong child. He started talking at 13 months, and that is when the horror began…


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sorry that it is so short. i shall write more it's just that this pop up, so i went with it. it shall get better so baer with me. R&R