Beeping. lots of beeping.
Screaming, followed by crying, and then tears of joy.
But something wasn't right. Something was going wrong.
Her breaths started to shorten, and the beeping started to slow down.
Doctors and nurses immediately swarmed around her, shoving me out of the way to prepare to move her to the ER.
I know what's happening, but I don't want to believe it. My mind goes to a state of panic as I reach out for her, screaming for her to fight, to stay.
Wrestling like a wild animal trying to release itself from a trap, I fight to get to her. But they won't let me.
I break out of their grasps, running towards her. I grab her hand, tears streaming down my face. They grab me once again, trying to break us apart. Her grip loosens and then broken apart by a nurse. She looks at me with sympathy in her eyes as to what she just had to do. I stand there, watching, as my world comes crashing down. One of the doctors mumbles a "Sorry, kid." as they both release me, leaving me standing alone in the corridor.
Walking back into the room, the recent events flash through my mind in spurts.
I hear silent breathing in the distance. Instantly, I realize what it's coming from.
Slowly making my way over to the abandoned bedside, I look down at the small being laying there.
Gently, I wrap my arms around the small body, careful enough as if it were a feather.
The beeps are still in the distance as a tear rolls off my cheek, dropping to the skin of the newborn.
Pressing my lips against the warm skin, I whisper something barely audible.
"Don't worry little one, daddy's here."