SORRY SORRY SORRY.
--Part 2--
“We… We need to get to the hospital!” Michael’s brain was on high alert. But why hadn’t she called? He shouldn’t have left her alone. It was all his fault.
“Michael…” She sobbed, clutching onto him tightly, not allowing him to get up and go to the phone. He hugged her back and tried to calm her down.
“Syd, your gonna be fine… just let me get up, we have to go to the hospital sweetie.” He kissed her forehead and rubbed small circles on her back.
“But I’m scared.” She let her grip on him loosen, but still held tightly to his hand.
“You’ll be fine, I promise. I wont let anything happen to you.” He assured, pulling her to her feet and wrapping his arm around her waist as well as he could.
“I love you.” She said, her sobs quieting but tears still falling down her cheeks.
“I love you too. And our little girl here.” He placed a gentle hand on her belly and gave her a sweet kiss. He then let her go, running to get the phone to call an ambulance because he was in no condition to drive. ”Let’s go downstairs, ok Sydney?” He placed his hand on the small of her back and carefully led her down the steps. “Ok, stay right here. I’m gonna get the bag we packed.” He ran back up the stairs and into their room, grabbing the suitcase and walking back to the hall.
“Michael!”
His pulse picked up and he ran down the stairs in a panic. “What? What’s wrong?” He questioned, the bag dropped at his feet.
“Con…traction!” She bit out through gritted teeth, clutching her stomach and grabbing his hand tightly. He allowed her to squeeze his hand as tightly as she wanted to. He wanted to take away her pain any way he could.
“There you go sweetie. Breathe, just breathe. It’ll be over soon.” He coached her, having been to all the pre-birth classes with her. It was time to put that knowledge to work.
“Ow…” She whined as she took a few deep breaths when the contraction was over.
They heard the ambulance pull up out front and he ushered Sydney to the door. The paramedics temporarily separated them while Michel went to grab her bag from the house. The ride to the hospital was slow and bumpy, but they finally arrived and the paramedics jumped out, ready to wheel Sydney into the hospital. Michael followed closely, not letting go of Sydney’s hand.
“You’re doing great. You’ll be fine. I just have to go fill out some papers, ok?” He reassured Sydney when they entered the lobby.
“No, Michael, stay.” She tightened her grip. “Please.”
“Syd… I’ll be right back.”
“Hurry.” She commanded, letting his hand free from hers.
“I love you.” He told her, kissing her and departing to the desk. He began filling out all the necessary forms. He watched as Sydney was wheeled down the corridor and they shared a glance. He smiled at her, and she smiled back weakly, as another contraction tore through her body. He wanted desperately to be able to hold her hand, but he had to fill out the forms.
He rushed through them like all the other soon-to-be fathers would. The nurse took them from him and pointed him in the direction her gurney went and he walked briskly down the halls.
He reached the door they had told him Sydney would be in. He could here her screaming inside and went to walk in, only to be stopped by a frantic nurse who came out.
“Sir, I’m sorry, but you can’t go in there.” The nurse apologized.
“What? She’s giving birth to my daughter!” He yelled, anger bubbling through him that he couldn’t be there for Sydney.
“Sir, you need to calm down.” She ushered him to a chair nearby and he reluctantly sat down. “We will keep you posted on what’s going on, but I’m afraid you have to stay here.”
“Why?” He asked, the only question swimming through his mind.
“Apparently, when she went into labor, she fell down or bumped into something. Do you know anything about this?” She asked and he responded with a blank face.
“I came home and found her at the top of the steps, she could have tripped.” Now he felt even guiltier for not being there.
“I see. Thank you sir.” She rushed back into the room and he ran a hand through his hair nervously. All he wanted was to be there for her, and he had failed. He must have sat there for three straight hours, blaming and cursing himself before a nurse came back out.
“Sir, she’s about to go into labor…” She informed him and he cut her off.
“Ok, can I come in now?” He stood up, ready to walk though the door. She held up a hand to stop him and he already knew the answer.
“No, there were some complications… The doctor thinks it’s wise not to let you in.” She said apologetically.
“Com… complications?” He stuttered, falling back into his chair with a thud. His world was spinning and he couldn’t find a way to make it stop. What was wrong? What was happening in there? Was it his fault?
“We don’t know much at this point, but we’re doing everything we can.”
***
Michael sat in the cold plastic chair for another six hours, not really knowing how much time had passed but not really caring. He just wanted to know what was going on in that room and they wouldn’t let him. The noises he had heard earlier had stopped about an hour before and he was on high alert for anything.
He looked up when a doctor walked out of the room slowly, removing his plastic gloves and sighing. He had blood splatters on his scrubs and Michael hoped that was only from the birth process. He didn’t know for sure though, because Sydney was the one who knew everything. She had read the books and it seemed to come naturally to her.
“Can I see her now?” Michael asked impatiently.
The doctor had a serious and solemn look on his face and Michael gulped. “I’m afraid I have some bad news…”
“Is she alright, are they alright, what’s going on?” Michael fired questions quickly, wanting to know the answers as much as he didn’t.
“Ms. Bristow apparently had what’s called an amniotic fluid embolism.”
“What’s that mean?”
“Well, amniotic fluid must have entered one of the vessels in her uterus and there was no way we could have predicted it…” The doctor tried to explain it the easiest way possible. “It’s very rare, but once the fluid entered the vessel, it must have traveled to her heart. There was nothing else we could do. I’m so very sorry.”
TBC... i WILL write the last part very soon. i must finish this.