Birth

It was snowing in Boston. The year was 1976 and it was the beginning of December. Frank and Angela Rizzoli had never seen so much snow so they had decided to go out to experience the cold. Frank had never understood Angela's obsession over snow, he in fact hated it. None the less he wanted to make is wife happy, so he put on a smile and took her for a drive. Angela Rizzoli was pregnant. She was 38 weeks pregnant and her hormones were rushing through her body. Making her all excited about the snow, and crying when Frank didn't want to take her for a ride to experience it.

They hadn't been in the car for long when the storm suddenly got stronger and Frank was having trouble with the car. The windshields were on full speed but still he couldn't see out the window. He slowed down until the car stopped, because it got stuck.

"Why did you make me drive in this weather? Now we're stuck in here!" Frank said a little pissed off.

"Don't yell at me." Angela said and had started crying.

"Oh god, don't cry. I'm sorry. I wasn't yelling."

Angela started crying louder and Frank got more pissed, although he didn't show it and tried to comfort his wife.

"I'll go out and see if I can get us out."

"Hurry up. I'm getting hungry." Angela said and rubbed her stomach.

Frank zipped up his coat and opened the car door. He got a shovel out of the trunk of his car and started digging up the car. It was freezing cold and he wished that he'd wore gloves or at least something to keep his hands warm while he was digging. His hands were almost blue when he thought he'd gotten the car loose so he jumped inside to warm himself.

"Something's wrong." Angela said with a worrying look on her face.

"Yes, but I'm getting us out of here and back home. So just relax."

"Frank, there's something wrong with the baby." Angela said with tears in her eyes.

"Then we'll go to the hospital, since we're already in the car."

"And... There's one other thing."

"What now?"

"I peed in your car." Angela yelled before she started crying loudly.

Frank looked at the puddle that his wife was sitting in and realized that this wasn't pee. Her water had broken. He started the car, but it was still a little stuck. He was so excited about his first child being born that stepped on the gas and the car rushed onto the road again.

"Don't be mad, I'm sorry. It was an accident, I didn't even know I had to pee. It just came so unexpectedly."

"Honey. We're about to have our first baby. But I don't want it to be born in a car, so you need to hold in just a little bit longer."

Angela looked confused, until she started feeling this rushing pain in her uterus and screamed loudly.

"Oh honey, your first contractions."

Angela had really wanted a baby. All her life she dreamed of becoming a mother. When she met Frank, three years ago, she knew he'd be the father of her children. He was so smart and funny. They dated for a year before he proposed, but they both still lived with their parents so Angela said she wouldn't marry him unless they'd get a house first.

Frank worked hard until he had scraped enough money together to get a loan to buy a house. When he took Angela to the house he had bought she got so excited that she asked Frank to marry her right away.

Angela didn't really need a big wedding. They didn't have a lot of money and the fact that Frank had bought her a house was enough. Her mother made her a dress and then they got a catholic priest to marry them.

Frank was working as a plumber and had a steady income. Angela had always planned on going to college to get a degree, but after she met Frank she took a break from studying. They lived in their adorable little house and they were so happy together.

They were going to spend Christmas just the two of them for the first time, and Angela had a feeling it would also be the last time. Angela had been feeling nauseous but yet surprisingly hungry all the time. She went to the doctor while Frank was at work and he announced her that she was pregnant.

When Frank came home from work that day, he had a surprise for his wife. He had gotten them a beautiful Christmas tree to hang their stockings.

Angela couldn't wait to share her news with her husband, and when he showed her the tree she yelled at him: "We're going to have a baby!"

Frank put the tree down and ran to hug his wife. He picked her up and held her tight.

"Angela Rizzoli, you make me the happiest man on earth. I can't wait to see what the future holds for us."

Unfortunately, the future didn't seem so bright. On Christmas morning, Angela woke up feeling really dizzy. She could barely walk into the bathroom, and before she sat down on the toilet she noticed a lot of blood on her night dress. The blood was oozing out of her until she collapsed and fell onto the bathroom floor.

Frank was still sleeping but he woke up to a noise coming from the bathroom. He realized his wife wasn't in the bed but here was a puddle of blood instead. He ran to the bathroom and found his wife lying unconscious on the floor, covered in blood.

He ran downstairs to the phone and called an ambulance that arrived very quickly. Angela was carried downstairs and into the ambulance. Frank came with them and watched them haul his wife into surgery.

Everything happened so quickly, yet it was like time stood still. He sat in the waiting room and waited for news about his wife. He prayed to god that she'd be alright.

An hour later a surgeon came to talk to Frank.

"Mr. Rizzoli, your wife is in recovery but I'm sorry. Your child didn't make it through."

Frank just sat there. Unable to move. Angela was alright but she wasn't carrying a child anymore. He stood up slowly and followed the doctor to see his wife.

Angela was sleeping. Frank kissed her on the forehead and whispered: "Everything is going to be alright."

Fortunately the storm was coming down and Frank was able to drive all the way to the hospital. He parked the car and rushed to help his wife out of it and into the hospital.

A nurse greeted them and took them to see the doctor and later a midwife. Frank stayed by his wife's bedside all night and all day and another night before their tiny little miracle was born into the world.

"Look how tiny she is." Frank said as he held their little girl in his arms. "She's perfect, just like you."

Angela smiled, exhausted from this 40 hour birth she had just strived through.