A/N: Oh my gosh... it's almost here, it's almost here!

* facepalms *

Special Note: I'm all up for criticism in the reviews, I just ask that if you don't like it or disagree with something, I or any of the other authors write, that you be respectful about it. We do this for free and take time out of our RL and families in order to write such stories. We do this out of love.

Disclaimer: Stephenie owns all things Twilight. I own the bunny that attacked me to write this.

Beta: HollBeth

Simply Promised

Chapter 59

BPOV

As soon as the needle is pulled out of my spine, the nurses rush to lay me down as an immediate warmth spreads from the tip of my toes to my neck.

It so comfortable and warm that for a moment I forget why I'm in this place and just bask in it.

A blue sheet is put up that prevents me from looking down at my stomach and an oxygen mask is put on my face.

I hate it so badly.

The little hairs on my nose move with the oxygen pushed in and it tickles.

Daddy C. comes in looking excellent in his complete surgeon get-up. "Alright honey, we're going to begin soon but I need you to tell me if you feel anything."

"Okay," I say loud enough for him to hear me.

Ed is next to me holding my hand, an excited yet scared look on his face.

I'm happy that he'll get to see the baby's birth to some extent.

I try to move my feet but they are literally so heavy that I'm only able to move my toe a fraction.

I wait for the inevitable poke that means it's okay to cut me open.

It doesn't come.

What does come is the smell of burning flesh.

"Wait! Wait! Poke me first. You're supposed to poke me first!" I cry out.

Ed rubs my forehead with his nose and quietly laughs in my ear. "Sweetheart, he did poke you. They already cut through. They're burning the little veins to stop them from bleeding. You would have felt something already."

Shit! They could have warned me.

This is fucking traumatizing and I will never forget it... that's a fact.

"Breathe, Bella."

I can't.

My head hurts... so badly. It hurts so bad.

I can't catch a breath... it's so hard.

I want to vomit, I'm so dizzy but I can't.

"I need to vomit," I manage to gasp.

The bean shaped bin is placed by my mouth but no matter how much I gag, I can't get anything to come out.

My stomach is asleep and I know the vomit will be stuck in my esophagus.

The pain in my head intensifies to levels that cannot compare to the contractions.

The contractions are a mere blip.

I try to touch my head but my hands are strapped to small side bars.

"Edward!" I cry. "It hurts! Make it stop! It fucking hurts!"

A/N: Reviews are the same as a painless birth... Oh you just better leave me some luv.