A/N: Oh my gosh... it's almost here, it's almost here!
* facepalms *
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Beta: HollBeth
Simply Promised
Chapter 58
BPOV
"Are you alright?"
No, I'm fucking panicking here.
"Is there something I can get for you?"
I want to be left alone.
Preeclampsia.
That answered all of my symptoms: nausea, dizziness, swollen limbs, spotty vision.
Only one cure: to deliver the baby.
So here I am sitting down and trying not to panic at the fact that the baby will be early...
Or that she is in a prone position...
Or that I'm not ready at all to do any of this.
Ed is getting on my nerves asking me questions over and over.
I'm tempted to ask the nurse to give him a sedative... but perhaps I should ask Daddy C. for that favor.
We get a steady flow of visitors, all of them happy and excited to finally meet our little girl.
A few nurses come and go, but I keep my eye on the little vicious one they call Samara.
She's the one that takes joy in sticking her fingers up inside of me while I'm having a contraction, as if one sort of pain is not enough.
As time passes I become hungry but no one will give me any type of food or drink except for ice chips so I make sure that small tub is always full.
Another contraction hits and I'm left doubled-over on my side, holding on to the rails as if my life depends on it.
Contractions feel as if I'm cramping during the heaviest day of my period only 100 times worse.
Breathing in and out doesn't help and I want to punch Emmett for trying to get me to continue.
At some point two doctors do an ultrasound to see if the baby has turned on her own... she hasn't.
I'm freaking out big time.
I don't want to push her out feet first.
What if her arms get stuck and they get dislocated when they pull her out?
No! Not fucking happening!
I can feel my blood pressure rising and everyone around me gets alarmed.
Not a minute later an anesthesiologist comes wheeling a tray with a huge needle on it.
Ed sits on a stool between my legs and hugs me to him with my head on his shoulder.
They scrub hard on my back with some cold liquid.
I begin to shiver uncontrollably... it's so cold and I know it also has to do with my nerves.
"Don't move and take a deep breath," he instructs.
I try to follow orders but I'm too cold.
"Don't move or else I'll have to do it again."
I freeze.
That needle is thick and at least six inches long.
A/N: Reviews are the same as Not having any contractions... Oh you just better leave me some luv.