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"Maya, are you alright?" I ask my wife rushing to her side the minute I am allowed to see her.
There are tears coming down her bruised face, and she has stitches on forehead. "I'm so sorry, Cam" she tells me crying as I wrap an arm around her. "What happened?" I ask my crying wife as I rub my hand up and down her arm trying to comfort her.
"I don't know. The light was green. The other car came out of nowhere." She cries miserably.
"I'm just glad you're okay." I tell her kissing the top of her head as she continues to sob.
"I may be fine, but the baby. Cam, what if he dies?" she asks me through her tears.
"Don't say that, M. He'll be okay. He'll pull through. He has to." I tell her reassuringly wanting to believe it myself.
"I hope you're right. This is all my fault. I should have just stayed at the hospital with you and Lexi." She cries into my shoulder.
"No… Don't blame yourself, Maya. Let's just hope for the best."
A few hours later they let us see the little guy, and it's a discouraging and heartbreaking site.
He's so much smaller than Lexi was as a baby, and his skin is nearly transparent. He is hooked up to a bunch of machines and there are tubes coming out of him from all over the place. The Doctor with me tells me the truth about his condition making clear that his chances of living through such a severe trauma are minuscule, and his chances of living normally are about zero.
I pray to god to let him live. I pray that he be healthy, and that Maya be fine, and that Lexi be okay. It seems that everything goes wrong in my life, and I beg that for once he just let something go right.
Maya and I go back into the room where she is recovering, and fill out the baby's birth certificate. We had discussed and agreed on what we would name him months ago, and just go with it. Wyatt Justin Saunders is the name of the 2 pound 10 ounce baby boy in the NICU.
she decides to call Katie to check on Lexi, and tell her about everything that is going on and while she is on the phone a beeping goes off down the hall where the baby is located and I panic. Maya quickly dismisses the phone call while I rush down the hall to see a bunch of Doctors frantically trying to save our little Wyatt. He looks so helpless and so weak.
His heart rate line goes flat and there is a constant beep as they try to resuscitate the little boy in the incubator.
After a minute they give up, and I am left at the window crying as I watch my first and only son die hours after his birth.
I sob as 3 doctors come out of the room with sullen faces and another cover baby Wyatt's lifeless body with a sheet.
Despite the fact that his name means strong he wasn't able to endure the trauma.
I stand there still looking through the window as my eyes well up with more tears. I don't think I've ever been so sad in my life.
"Mr. Saunders, we are going to have to ask you to go back into your wife's room." One of the Doctor's tells me as I turn toward the man tapping my shoulder.
I sniffle, wipe my tears, and nod before following him back to the room where Maya sit on the bed looking startled by my appearance.
"Mrs. Saunder's we regret to inform you that your baby's heart stopped, and we were not able to resuscitate him." Doctor Hanson tells her as I walk toward her and grab her hand as I hold back mu emotions.
Her free hand rushes to her mouth, and she looks up at me. I notice a familiar look of sorrow in her eye's that I have only seen once before.
She looks like she has lost her entire life when in fact he hadn't even been out in the world for more than four hours. She is broken just like Jim was when Sabrina died. I remember going to that funeral thinking that if I ever lost a child I would die, but now I realize that unlike Jim who has become a bit of an alcoholic in the last few months Maya and I have another little girl that we have to be here for.
It doesn't ease the pain of losing Wyatt any, but it does remind me that I can't break down.
Maya and I embrace each other in perhaps the longest weariest hug we have ever shared, and she cries into my shoulder worse than she ever has.
"It'll be alright, M." I try and reassure her once I am able to stop the tear flow coming from my eyes.
"No! Nothing is okay… I'm so sorry." She sobs into my shoulder.
"This has to be a nightmare. It has to." She continues not letting me go as I rub her back carefully.
Katie calls at around 6 p.m. telling us that she needs to go home, and I am forced to leave my distraught wife alone to sit with my sick daughter. I have no issue with sitting with Lexi. I love the little girl more than anything, but I know that right now I need Maya, and she needs me.
When I get to Lexi's room my face is still tear stained and the little girl is awake and frightened. "What's wrong, Daddy?" the little girl asks concerned, and Katie frowns at me, and I lose it again crying uncontrollably.
Katie rushes over to console me still not knowing what I am crying about.
She pats my back sadly and tells me "Everything will be okay, Cam. Maya will be fine. The baby will be fine. I know it." She tells me in a hushed tone not letting Lexi hear what she is saying.
I shake my head through the tears, and feel an overwhelming sickness in the pit of my stomach.
"What happened?" my sister in law asks me worriedly, and I find myself unable to make words come out of my mouth. I tear away from Katie, and run into the bathroom where this sickness in my stomach causes me to puke in the trash can.
It's not a physical sickness, but definitely emotional. Despite my thoughts earlier about staying strong for Lexi I'm not. I can't do it. In all honesty I want to be dead right now.
Katie follows me nto the bathroom where I am now rinsing my mouth out with water from the sink and splashing water on my face to remove the salty tears.
"Cam, are they okay?" she asks with even more concern in her voice, and I shake my head before uttering the words "He's gone" and crying again.
"Oh my god. Oh my god." She replies sadly. "How is she taking it?" she asks referring to her little sister who is downstairs probably doing the same thing I am.
I shrug through my sniffling and slide down the wall of the bathroom crying, and put my hands over my face. "Could you check on Maya? See how she's doing without me? Do you have time?" I ask her through my constant sobbing.
"Yes, of course. I'll call Jake, and tell him to call off work tonight. I'll stay with Lexi or Maya. Whichever works." She says sympathetically.
I nod at her, and say "Thank you." Before getting back up and going to where I am needed… to be with Maya.
Saddest chapter yet... I know. I'm sorry it had to turn out this way. Tell me how much you hate me in a review! I'll update as soon as I can. Check out my other story "My Best Friend's Girl" its Camaya!