hey guys! sorry it's been so long, but my life has been so crazy with school and marching band. here's chapter 6, sorry it's kinda short, but i promise chapter 7 is going to be longer. as in 3 times more handwritten pages longer. as in, this one was a little over 5 handwritten pages and chapter 7 is about 14 handwritten pages. so i'm going to try to type it up today, but i have to vacuum the dining room before my mom gets home. so yea. i hope you guys like it! and don't forget to review! oh yea, the name that comes up later is pronounced "Rocks-ahn-ah"

"Maureen, I think my water broke," I said as I shook her, trying to get her to wake up. "Maureen, I'M HAVING THE FUCKING BABY!" I yelled at her.

"Huh?" Maureen mumbled, barely awake. "Baby? But you're not due for two more months. Go back to sleep."

"Maureen! I'm having the baby now, whether I'm due in two months or two days!" I got no response from her, so I had to do it. I pushed her off of the bed.

"FUCK, Joanne!"

"Be quiet, you're gonna wake up the girls," I said as I climbed out of the bed. "Get some of my stuff, I need to call the doctor and tell him I'm going to the hospital and then I have to call Stacy and tell her we need her to come watch the girls." Maureen had walked into the closet by the time I was done and returned a few minutes later dressed and carrying a duffel bag. She threw some sweats and a t-shirt at me which I pulled on over the underwear and cami I had been sleeping in.

"Stacy's gonna be here in 2 minutes." I picked up the bag and began to walk down the stairs. By the time I got to the bottom I considered calling an ambulance because the contractions were bad, plus I felt dizzy and was having a lot of cramping. Everything after the point where I let Stacy in was all a blur. Maureen was able to check me in without causing a scene and I was immediately rushed back to a room. I could barely tell what was going on because I was constantly dozing in and out of consciousness.

"Joanne, Pookie, Baby," Maureen shook me as she spoke. "The doctor says he needs to do a c-section. Her heart rate is dropping and they need to get her out now. I know how much you don't want to have one, but it's important for both of you that they get her out as soon as possible." I looked up into her big, round, brown eyes and saw a tear slide down her cheek. She was really scared, and I had no clue what was happening. I nodded my head, and then saw her turn to the doctor and say something that I couldn't understand because I was dozing out again.

I must have slept through the whole operation because when I opened my eyes I saw sunlight coming through my window. I rolled over and found Maureen asleep on a cot next to my bed.

"Good morning, Honeybear," I whispered weakly.

She opened her eyes and, seeing that I was awake, sat up and leaned over to kiss me.

"Oh Joey," she said as she wrapped her arms around me. She kissed me on the forehead before sitting down in the chair that was next to my bed. "How are you feeling? We've been so worried about you all night. They've been running tests on both you and Roxie, but they can't figure out what's wrong." Her eyes were red and puffy and she looked like she had been up all night crying. I was so out of it from the anesthesia that they must've given me during the section that I completely forgot about the baby, who we had decided to name Roxana Rose about a month ago.

"How is she? What did the doctors say?" I was suddenly alert when I realized that there might be something wrong with her. I was starting to worry that she might not make it.

"They moved her to the NICU immediately after the delivery. She has a doctor assigned specifically to her and there's at least one nurse watching her around the clock. She's having problems breathing and they had to put her in an incubator because she can't control her body temperature, but she's about as stable as we could expect her to be." She squeezed my left hand in hope of reassuring me.

"Can I see her?"

"The doctor doesn't want you to yet because he wants you to rest and stay in bed for a few days. But after they got her stabilized enough, I was able to go in and see her, so I took some pictures for you." She picked up some Polaroid's that were on the table next to my bed and handed them to me. "Here's our daughter, Roxana Rose," she said as she smiled at me.

I held the pictures in my hands, and although it was hard to see through the incubators and oxygen mask, I could tell that she was going to be beautiful, just like her Mommy and her sisters.

was it good? personally, i think it was, but i wanna know what you guys think. the more reviews i get the faster chapter 7 will be up!