Good things come to those who wait.
This too shall pass
No baby can ever replace another, every single baby is unique and precious, some are born and others aren't, any child that is born following a child that died isn't a replacement, they are just a longed for sibling and a gift to their family


21. Labor and Delivery

April 24th

Lana’s POV

On the 22nd Dr. Elliot administered the labor inducement drug into my IV. Yesterday I woke up with labor pains. Late last night my water broke and today I’m having a baby. Fred holds my hand as Dr. Elliot gives me a quick examination. She puts the bed clothes back down and starts taking off her gloves.

“4 centimeters dilated. I’ll check again soon. Don’t start pushing okay.”

“It hurts.”

“Sorry we can’t give you an epidural yet. We can’t give you one until you’re at least at 6 centimeters.”

“How far did I dilate when I was 24 weeks pregnant?”

“Only a few millimeters. You just need to relax, rest and get some strength up. You’re going to need it.”

“I know I saw how Dr. Weaver was after she had Hope. She was pale and I knew she was in pain. Fred why did you do this to me?”

“You’re the one that wanted the baby.”

“I can’t do this. I can’t do this. Make it stop. DR. ELLIOT GET HER OUT!”

“Okay Lana. Mrs. Diblasio you need to calm down. Your stress isn’t helping your position. It only makes it worse.”

Dr. Elliot put on gloves and gave me another exam. She came back…took her gloves off and checked all the monitors. Then she made her report.

“You’re six centimeters and that means we can give you an epidural. Your daughter is hardly breathing and her heart beat is extremely low, even for a preemie. Being born at 27 weeks is going to be hard on all three of you. Lana, we’re going to give you some more labor inducing medicine. This is different than the one we gave you two days ago. This one effects the cervix.”

Dr. Elliot took the syringe from the nurse and administered it to my IV. I could feel the medicine traveling in my veins. Then the anesthesiologist came in with a super long needle and a creepy grin.

“Mrs. Diblasio, this is Dr. Harper. He’ll be administering the epidural.”

“I don’t want one.”

“Are you sure? Epidurals take away all the pain.”

“I hate long needles and what if I don’t need it?”

“I’ll check.”

Dr. Elliot popped on some more gloves and gave me another examination. When she came back up she smiled and nodded for the nurses and assistants to start preparing the after-delivery equipment. A huge container was rolled in. It was made of plastic and had tubes and four round holes for hands to go through. It was for our baby. It was for Elizabeth Grace. She was going to be a preemie.

“Mrs. Diblasio you’re at ten centimeters. Dr. Harper you can go. Now Lana you can’t get any medicine for pain do you understand?”

“Yes. Fred!”

My darling husband walks over and stands next to me. I squeeze his hand and get ready to push. Dr. Elliot puts on gloves and gets ready as well. She squats down on a stool and comes up to check me temporarily. I’m too busy screaming to talk.

“Push. I…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10…Stop pushing!”

“Is she okay?”

“Yes Mr. Diblasio the baby is okay and so being your wife. Lana start pushing again. 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10 Stop pushing.”

“Mrs. Diblasio we’re trying. Stop pushing okay. Ellie give me the forceps please.”
“To ease deliver. She’s a preemie she needs to come out as easy as possible. Get me the oxygen ready and the cleaning supplies. Ready a blanket please. I can see her head. Here she comes.”

“Is she here?”

“Not yet. I need you to push one more time.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes. You can. Push. 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10. Here she comes.”

The room is silent as I push one last time and Dr. Elliot catches Elizabeth as she comes out. The room is filled with Lizzie’s cries. They place Lizzie on my belly and I stroke her red skin and kiss her little head. Fred kisses me and then kisses her. Fred then cuts the umbilical cord and they take Lizzie away.

“She weighs 3 pounds and 6 oz. She needs to gain 2 pounds and 10 ounces to get discharged. She’s big for a preemie.”

“She is?”

“Yes, especially one born two almost three months early.”

“How are her lungs?”
“Fine. She’s on oxygen and getting nutrients as we speak. We’re going to let you breastfeed her. Bring me the baby please.”

A nurse puts Elizabeth in Dr. Elliot’s arms. She’s wrapped in a pink blanket with the hat that Fred bought her on her head. Dr. Elliot puts her in my arms and she starts to feed. Fred walks over and sits on the edge of the bed.

“You can’t hold her. She’s just going to lie there and feed okay. Her skin is very delicate. So be gentle.”

“Fred…it’s our little Elizabeth Grace.”

“Maybe Sophia Grace. She doesn’t look like a Lizzie.”

“Fred, what about Sophia Isabella Diblasio?”

“That’s perfect. You couldn’t have picked a more perfect name for our baby preemie.”

“No Fred, you helped pick out her name.”

I finish feeding Sophia Isabella and then Dr. Elliot takes her. They took away my baby but Sophia needs oxygen…she needs nutrients. She needs to grow. Fred holds my hand and we watch from my hospital bed as they prepare the container…put her in the container and roll her away.

“Mr. and Mrs. Diblasio. What is your daughter’s name?”

“Sophia Isabella Diblasio.”

“Thank you. You can come down to the NICU anytime you want.”

“Thank you Dr. Elliot. Thank you so much. Can I give you a hug?”


Dr. Elliot walks over to the side of my bed and bends down. I give her a hug and kiss her cheek. She blushes, stands back up and leaves. Just as she’s walking out the door I say.

“Dr. Elliot thank you. Thank you Kate for helping us have Sophia. Actually, will you have them change her name?”


“Yes again. We want to name her Sophia Kate Isabella Diblasio. Her nickname will be Izzie or Sophie or Sophie Kate.”

“Thank you Lana. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of this five year journey. You’ve lost six children. I’ve been with you every step of the way. Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“No Dr. Kate. I thank you for being here.”

“Your welcome. I’ll be in the NICU setting Sophia up with Dr. Katoosh. Dr. Katoosh is a NICU specialist. She’ll take good care of Sophia.”

“Thank you. When will I be discharged?”

“Tomorrow. Sophia won’t be dismissed for a few months at the most. Maybe in July.”



“But that’s three months away.”

“With her lungs, heart and weight. It’s going to be a long ride. Good things come to those who have patience.”

“Thank you. Lana’s best friend Bex used to say that.”

“Bex also used to say “this too shall pass” I wanted to kill her every time she said that.”

“I’ll be doing rounds if you need anything. Or call your nurses. See you in a few weeks Lana.”

“Thank you Dr. Elliot.”
“You’re welcome Mrs. Diblasio.”


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