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[Patrick]
I'll have to be honest. Angela's call scared the hell out of me. I didn't know what to do. Sure the doctor gave us some basic instructions but suddenly I wasn't sure. How was it going to be? Will Angela be okay? Will our baby be okay? What do I do?
Panic edged my voice as I told Angela to stay where she was while I rushed back. Her voice was laced with pain and cries as she gasped that our baby was coming. Maybe it was because of the heavy breakfast I had this morning, or the nervousness churning in my stomach, I threw up the moment she hung up. Scrambling up, I made it back home in record time. Angela lay on the carpet, her stomach heaving, her face drenched in sweat.
I felt this anxiety before. When the first time she called me back the day she found out she was pregnant. I could see her again, her belly flat, curled up on the bed, her blond hair plastered to the sides of her face with sweat. And here she was again, on the floor.
Frustration raged within me as I struggled to accept I could not take the pain away from her. I knelt down beside her and stroked her face, brushing my lips across hers as I assured it was going to be okay.
What was I saying? I don't know if she really was. But I hoped. I hoped with all my heart.
I quickly grabbed the bags we packed a few weeks ago for this moment. I rushed to the car, dumping them in the passenger seat. My legs wobbled as I made my way back to Angela. I had no idea how much she was suffering. She screamed in pain as her hands gripped her stomach. I scooped her up in my arms. Her legs dangled across my arm and her hands clutched at the front of my shirt. I could hear her breathing loudly, in and out, in and out.
I laid her gently across the backseat and drove to the nearest hospital. It was a ten minutes drive but it felt like two hours. Angela gasped for me to hurry and my hands were slick with sweat. Her screams and groans in the backseat tore my heart.
[Angela]
I had no idea how long I lay on the floor, but Patrick made it back home real quick. I was in too much pain. Contractions came more quickly, but they never left fast enough. Finally I could not hold it anymore and let go. A scream tore my throat as agony gripped my belly. I cursed in my mind. Damn, this is dang painful.
Patrick carried me to the car. The pain lessened a little as a wave passed, but once he started driving along the bumpy road another arrived. Through the white sheen of pain I knew I could not scream. Patrick needed to get us safely to the hospital.
Me and my baby.
Reality sank in. I'm having a baby. She's coming anytime. Oh my god. I suppressed the yells into groans as I tried to hurry Patrick. Finally I felt the car back into a space and Patrick scooped me into his arms again.
It hurt like hell.
The moment he entered the door a nursed rushed to us with a wheelchair and he put me in it. It hurt sitting upright. I bent over but the nurse pulled my back straight. I grunted. Whatever, it hurt too much both ways.