**Mira's POV — Labor and Delivery, Morning**
Six hours into labor, everything changed.
One moment, Mira was breathing through contractions, squeezing Valeblack's hand, progressing steadily at six centimeters.
The next, alarms screamed.
Dr. Chen's face went pale. "Baby's heart rate is dropping. Seventy beats per minute. That's too low."
Nurses rushed in. Adjusted Mira's position. Left side. Right side. On her back. Nothing helped.
"Sixty beats per minute," a nurse said. "Still dropping."
"What's happening?" Mira's voice cracked. "What's wrong with her?"
"Cord compression. The umbilical cord is being squeezed during contractions. She's not getting enough oxygen." Dr. Chen pressed the call button. "I need an OR prepped. Now."
"OR? You mean surgery?" Valeblack stoo
