Different Paths

“Just a second, love. I’m almost there!” “You need to hurry! I don’t think I can hold this baby in any-“ I cried out in so much pain. I can feel it.. this baby is coming wether we reach the hospital or not. This is a small town, it takes less than 15 minutes getting anywhere. We finally pulled up to the ER entrance. Luckily there was a nurse already outside. She saw me struggling to get out and she quickly scooped me out, and my boyfriend grabbed a wheelchair from the entrance doors to put me in. “You’re doing great honey, just keep breathing! Our little one will be here soon.” Justin was such a great boyfriend. He would make a wonderful father too, I imagined. The nurse checked me in and off I went into my own room. Justin grabbed my bags and helped prepare my room for me. I was all hooked up with IVs and petocin to help push along the process. After an hour, I was writhing in more pain than I should. Something felt.. off. I couldn’t pinpoint what it was. “Excuse me, nurse, I don’t feel alright. Can you check your machines for the baby? I’m uh—“ And just like that. I couldn’t speak anymore or move. My body went into convulsions furiously. My eyes kept opening and shutting quickly. There was so much happening all at once. “Sir, we need you to leave the room. It’s for your own good.” “No, I need to stay by her side! Just do what you can please! Save her life!” I want to say something, to reach out to Justin to tell him it will be ok. I can make it through this. I just have to. But then, I felt like I started fading. No pain. No emotions. I was floating. Endlessly.