"I wasn't due for seven weeks! Why would the baby come now!?" These thoughts flew through my head as Caleb drove me to the hospital.
We got there in five minutes and Caleb practically carried me inside.
"Can I get some help please!? She is going into labor! Please help" I could hear him shouting. But his voice was fading away.
"Caleb! Don't leave me" I told him weakly.
"I'm not going anywhere. I will..." His voice faded into darkness.
I woke up and found myself in a hospital bed. It didn't feel like any time had passed. One second I was in Caleb's arms and then next, here.
There were doctors and nurses running all around.
"She's awake!" One of the nurses shouted.
A doctor came up to me, "Ok I know this must be very scary for you but you have to push okay? On my count. 1... 2... 3 PUSH!!"
As I pushed. I felt excruciating pain. I let out a wail.
It hurt so bad! Think about it. I was pushing a whole human being out of my-well you know.
"Okay again! 1... 2... 3!"
"ARGGGG!!!" I couldn't do it. I just couldn't. But then I thought of my baby. Oh I wanted to hold my little baby.
That thought made me push and push. I was screaming my head off then all of a sudden I felt relief. It was over.
I could hear the doctors whispering amongst each other. I could tell that something was wrong. Then I realized...
It was silent. Weren't babies supposed to cry? Why couldn't I hear anything?
"Why can't I hear anything!? What's wrong? Where's my baby!?" I yelled and sobbed as a nurse tried to calm me down.
"Your baby was born premature. She was seven weeks early and that's almost impossible to survive.
"I'm so sorry Mrs. McGriver, your baby didn't make it."