Fifty Shades Forever Changed
Authors note:
Lil' Blip is here, I'm sorry if anything about the whole 'giving birth' thing is wrong…I did some research and then watch some videos on YouTube…yeah not a good idea, I really don't know why I did it…I'm only 19 and I'm not thinking about kids for me, any time soon…sooooo I just use a part from Fifty Shades Freed and then some things from my head to try to make it more dramatic =) …hope you guys like it!
Laters
-Andrea
Chapter 51
Ana's POV
When we arrive to the hospital Grace was already there waiting for us with a wheel chair…10 minutes later I was in a private room, Christian help me get into bed and just when I was starting to relax another contraction hit me…
Dr. Greene came minutes later and check on me, the contractions became overwhelmingly intense. I was already so exhausted that my Dr. Greene ordered my epidural by the time I dilated to 2 centimeters. It was pure bliss! I fell asleep around 2am, woke up at 8am, I was hoping to find out that I was at least 8 centimeters but I was only at 4…
"I don't understand…why is it taking so long?" I whisper
"I don't know baby…"
Christian staid beside me the whole time holding my hand…just when he was about to call Dr. Greene to tell her I was awake another contraction hit me
"Ahhh!...Christian"
"I'm here baby…breath…just breath" He held my hand and I squeeze it hard until the pain stopped
"It hurts…"
"I know baby…I wish I could take the pain away…"
4 hours later, the pain in my lower back became unbearable…Dr. Greene check on the baby and told us that the baby was facing the wrong way. They kept upping the medicine in my epidural, and Christian pushed on my lower back with really firm pressure, which helped.
"Mrs. Grey, you've been in labor for eleven hours now. Your contractions have slowed in spite of the Pitocin. We need to do a C-section—the baby is in distress."
Dr. Greene is adamant.
"About fucking time!" Christian growls at her. Dr. Greene ignores him.
"Christian, quiet." I squeeze his hand. My voice is low and weak and everything is fuzzy—the walls, the machines, the green-gowned people . . . I just want to go to sleep. But I have something important to do first . . . Oh yes. "I wanted to push him out myself."
"Mrs. Grey, please. C-section."
"Please, Ana," Christian pleads.
"Can I sleep then?" …I'm so tired
"Yes, baby, yes." It's almost a sob, and Christian kisses my forehead.
"I want to see the Lil' Blip."
"You will."
"Okay," I whisper.
"Finally," Dr. Greene mutters. "Nurse, page the anesthesiologist. Dr. Miller,
prep for a C-section. Mrs. Grey, we are going to move you to the OR."
"Move?" Christian and I speak at once.
"Yes. Now."
And suddenly we're moving—quickly, the lights on the ceiling blurring into one long bright strip as I'm whisked across the corridor.
"Mr. Grey, you'll need to change into scrubs."
"What?"
"Now, Mr. Grey."
He squeezes my hand and releases me.
"Christian," I call, panic setting in.
We are through another set of doors, and in no time a nurse is setting up a screen across my chest. The door opens and closes, and there's so many people in the room. It's so loud . . . I want to go home.
"Christian?" I search the faces in the room for my husband.
"He'll be with you in a moment, Mrs. Grey."
A moment later, he's beside me, in blue scrubs, and I reach for his hand.
"I'm frightened," I whisper.
"No, baby, no. I'm here. Don't be frightened. Not my strong Ana." He kisses my forehead, and I can tell by the tone of his voice that something's wrong.
"What is it?"
"What?"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. Everything's fine. Baby, you're just exhausted." His eyes burn with fear.
"Mrs. Grey, the anesthesiologist is here. He's going to adjust your epidural, and then we can proceed."
"She's having another contraction."
Everything tightens like a steel band around my belly.
"Oh God…" I crush Christian's hand as I ride it out. This is what's tiring—enduring this pain. I am so tired. I can feel the numbing liquid spread . . . spread down. I concentrate on Christian's face. On the furrow between his brows. He's tense. He's worried. Why is he worried?
"Can you feel this, Mrs. Grey?" Dr. Greene's disembodied voice is coming from behind the curtain.
"Feel what?"
"You can't feel it."
"No."
"Good. Dr. Miller, let's go."
"You're doing well, Ana."
Christian is pale. There is sweat on his brow. He's scared. Don't be scared,
Christian. Don't be scared.
"I love you," I whisper.
"Oh, Ana," he sobs. "I love you, too, so much."
I feel a strange pulling deep inside. Like nothing I've felt before. Christian looks over the screen and blanches, but stares, fascinated.
"What's happening?"
"Suction! Good . . ."
Suddenly, there's a piercing angry cry.
"You have a beautiful healthy boy, Mrs. Grey. Check his Apgar."
"Apgar is nine."
"Can I see him?" I gasp.
Christian disappears from view for a second and reappears a moment later, holding my son, swathed in blue. His face is pink and covered in white mush and blood. My baby. My Blip . . . Theodore Raymond Grey.
When I glance at Christian, he has tears in his eyes.
"Here's your son, Mrs. Grey," he whispers, his voice strained and hoarse.
"Our son," I breathe. "He's beautiful."
"He is," Christian says and plants a kiss on our beautiful boy's forehead beneath a shock of dark hair. Theodore Raymond Grey is oblivious. Eyes closed, his earlier crying forgotten, he's asleep. He is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. So beautiful, I begin to weep.
"Thank you, Ana," Christian whispers, and there are tears in his eyes too.
Just when I'm about to say something, the machines in the room went crazy…I feel dizzy and my eyes started closing…
"Her blood pressure is going down!"
"Mr. Grey…you need to get out of here…"
"No! I'm not leaving her!"
I see someone taking Teddy from his arms, he tries to take my hand but there are two nurses taking him out of the room…
"Christian…" Is the last thing I say before darkness takes over me.
It's 3:45am here in Perú, and I just finished witting this chapter…don't know if I'm gonna write another one today…login later just in case…if not..there will be an update tomorrow…
