Date: 2-14-2011
Lucas' p.o.v
Heart wrenching, feminine screams shake the heavens and the ground underneath my feet. Childbirth, this is her hell on earth. She puts all of
her faith into this tiny miracle that we created nine months ago. Fairytale like dreams unfold before us in the form of ocean waves. What is hope
in the absence of joy? Merciful, grace is patience is longsuffering. Its hard to think positive thoughts when my beloved is suffering and all I know
is pain. Sensitive, my bleeding heart tastes the rain meaning teardrops. A complication arises, Peyton is having trouble breathing. A nurse places
an oxygen mask on her by which makes breathing more easier. A second complication arises, Our daughter's heartbeat is going down. She is also
stuck in the birth canal. The doctor uses forceps to bring forth the baby. Emotional, Peyton holds onto my clothes very tightly. My encouraging words
help her to forget about the pain for a little bit. Tearing and losing a lot of blood are the possible risk factors for Peyton during this procedure. Sadly,
she starts bleeding heavily and tearing at the same time. Her first main priority is bringing our daughter into the world, therefore she neglects her health.
Silently, Lucky Haley Scott enters the world weighing seven minutes pass before Peyton and I can hear Lucky's first cry. A nurse applies oxygen to Lucky's lungs and
Lucky lets out a big loud cry. Hearing Lucky cry sounds like music to my ears and I can't fight back the tears. Smiling, the nurse presents Peyton with Lucky who is
wrapped up in a pink blanket. Crying, Peyton breastfeeds Lucky. right in front of me. Lucky has the following physical features: soft pale white skin, Peyton's green eyes
along with my nose and lips. Sawyer looks more like me. Although Lucky has Down Syndrome, I still love her and Sawyer equally. I love my three beautiful angels because
they have given me hope, joy and faith. The dawn of a new life makes me feel less broken and depressed. Loved, I am sure I will be able to survive through the winter
and live long enough to see tomorrow.
DATE: 2-14-2011-Valentines' Day
Peyton's p.o.v
A heavy downpour describes these tears of mine. Please ease my pain and erase my scars. My silent prayers, screams collide into each other like music notes.
In a world where love is a sacrificial offering, I give you all of me. I breathe and push beyond the great divide, a bloody beautiful crimson tide. Fearless, you leave
your tomb, the womb. I receive you with arms wide open. I never once leave your side. You are my miracle that is a gift sent from heaven above.