Time Period: A Flashback
Place: A hospital room
Event: James' premature birth (occurring when Natasha is seven months pregnant)
Natasha's p.o.v
Last month, I was hospitalized for experiencing premature labor. I was six months pregnant back then. The doctor was able to stop my labor and discharge me quickly. Steve kept a close eye on me though. My husband tended to my every need at home. He loved and cherished me very much. Our hope and faith overshadowed our unborn son's grim dark future. We chose life instead of death for James even when dealing with a difficult pregnancy.
Who knew my water would break for good the following month? My premature labor hasn't been a false alarm this time around. The doctor can't stop my labor because I am already fully dilated. My discomfort and the intensity of my contractions signal James' impending arrival. During the pushing stage, his heartbeat starts dropping. The doctor uses extra force to get him out asap. My constant loud sobs and screams don't bother Steve. Steve squeezes my hand and coaches me through the pain. I feel sore but much better after I deliver our precious miracle baby. The NICU becomes James' new second temporary home. Steve and I check on our son daily.