Entry 36! The birth...
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Random facts
If you were to roll a lung from a human body and out flat it would be the size of a tennis court.
The name Joshua is Hebrew for 'Jesus'.
Blue eyes are the most sensitive to light, dark brown the least sensitive.

Dear Diary,

He may say that everything will be fine, but will it?

Will everything be okay? I don't know anything right now except I'm about to give birth! For the second time! And the score might be the same result as last time...

No, I won't let my baby die! It can't die on me, I simply won't let it! I'm about to give birth to a happy living baby this time...

I hope.

But that's all I can really do, hope. Hope that the birth goes well; hope that the baby is healthy. I've always thought that whenever people say they don't care about the gender they just want it to be healthy it's just so cliché but now, in this position I can do nothing but agree with them.

"Ow!" I scream out and groan. It didn't hurt this much last time! I'm in so much pain and I'm positive that there is going to be some tearing down there. But that is the least of my worries. I just want everything to be okay, like Sonic said it would.

Sonic... He's being so carrying and so reassuring, telling me that it will all be okay. I really hope he's right.

I'm finally wheeled into white room where it's all about to happen.

"Now, Mrs. Rose. How short and often are your contractions?"

"I don't know! Do you really think I'm going to count them while I'm in this much pain? How about if kick you in the balls and you tell me how short and often the throbbing takes place? Eh, is that a fair deeeeeaaaaaal..." I groan in agony. My temper disappearing underneath the mask of discomfort.

"Sonic, do something!" I yell out at my calm husband.

My calm husband! How on this earth can he be so calm? I'm suffering here because of him and all he can do is hold my hand and tell me everything will be okay! Well if everything goes okay here, I'll be strangling him before the day is up. Strangling him because of his lack of empathy.

"Okay, now you need to take deep breathes... Can you do that?" The young doctor asks me.

Yet again I can't help but reply sarcastically.

"Can you deliver a baby? Or is that ID card fake? How old are you, about 10? I want a different doctor. A more experienced one!" I demand in my state of pain.

The doctor looks stunned but goes to fulfil my wish until another contraction comes and I yell at him to come back.

"You'll do! You'll do, now get this baby out of me, ALIVE!"

He obeys me and goes to get the gas I demanded. I opted for the gas because nobody is going to get close enough t o me with a needle to give me an epidural.

He returns with my nitrous oxide and hands it to me as I forcefully snatch it out of his hands and let the laughing gas fill me body, numbing the pain slightly.

"Wow, she's almost peaceful. Do they sell N2O at chemists because it could come in handy?" Sonic joked, resulting in a small chuckle from Dr. Warren. The chuckle was cut short by a threatening glare...

He then went to lift up my hospital gown...

Deluded with the laughing gas, I kicked him swiftly in the stomach, "What the hell are you doing you pervert?"

"I'm about to deliver your baby, like you asked me to. And to do that I need to lift up the gown, okay?" The way he spoke to me made my blood boil, I'm not a five year old. But in a way I suppose I deserve it, I'm not exactly making this easy for him.

"Fine..." I mumble as Sonic squeezes my hand gently.

I return his gentle squeeze with a hard bone crunching one as I feel the baby trying to exit my womb.

"When I tell you to push I need you to..."

"Push? Yeah, I get the drift."

"Okay then, now push!"

I did as I was told while Sonic yelped in pain due to my tight grip. I apologise to him in advance for all the pain and abuse I will shout at him during this.

(20 minutes later)

"Come on, just one more big push for me now. I can the he... I can see the legs. Okay this will hurt slightly more and it will mean you have to push even harder but the baby has managed to turn itself around and it's coming out legs first, okay. Now one more big push and everything will be okay." The doctor told me in a calming tone.

I can't go through this anymore, the pain is too much and now I've got to give birth to a baby which is breech. I can't believe my luck, a premature baby and because of that its breech!

Because I'm giving birth to it, instead of having a caesarean, the head will come out last meaning there will be an increase that the risk of the umbilical cord being compressed or prolapsed is high. A compressed cord is not able to provide oxygen to the baby, what if that is the case? What if I'm not giving enough oxygen to the baby? Additionally, because the head is coming out neck first, it is less likely to mould, increasing the risk for the head to get stuck. And just as I feared, the death rate for breech babies is 4 times higher than for head first or vertex presentation babies...

"Sonic, I can't do this..." I begin to cry. He hugs me tenderly and whips away the sweat from my brow before kissing me on the lips.

"You can do this, I believe in you. And I'm not leaving your side, ever!"

He's given me the strength I need to carry on. One more push Amy, just one more push and it's all over.

I feel the baby leaving my body and I wilt down on to the bed. I have no strength left in me to sit up still. Sonic hugs me and showers me with kisses as I sit there taking in the beautiful silence...

Silence? Why is it quiet? Why can't I hear my baby crying?

My worry gives me enough strength to sit upright and look at me baby hedgehog. But there's a problem with that, where is my baby hedgehog. Why can't I hear its tiny little cries or see its cute little face. Where is my baby?

Sonic has also noticed the eerie silence that brings panic to the room.

I couldn't help myself from screaming out when I saw the tiny little bundle wrapped in blankets. But it wasn't a screech of joy...

A feeling of déjà vu washed over me as I was traumatised by the sight. Everyone in the waiting room must have heard my distressed please for my darling baby to breathe as they entered the room, panicked and wanting to comfort me but I didn't let them. I had nothing else on my mind but the tiny newborn.

Rouge and Cream huddled into their partners' chests as they cried for me. Shadow just stood there in total shock and Sonic was collapsed on his knees, praying that the sight before him wasn't happening.

Whereas I did nothing, I didn't shed a tear and I didn't whimper. I just felt numb, like this couldn't be happening.

Is life really that cruel? Was my fear trying to tell me something? Am I not destined to have children?

Amy Rose x