A Traumatic Birth
In the operating room, Carly was fighting for her life. A placental abruption had caused the extensive bleeding. The only way to stop the bleeding was immediate delivery. She was swiftly prepared for emergency surgery and minutes later, the baby had been delivered. He was incredibly tiny, but miraculously alive. Bobbie held the baby as the medical staff worked on Carly.
As she held the little one in her arms, Bobbie recalled Carly awakening just before they had put her out for surgery. Carly had been begging Bobbie not to let anything happen to her little one. "Promise me!" Carly had pleaded tearfully. Bobbie had gently assured Carly that she and the baby would get through the surgery and everything would be just fine. Minutes later, when Carly was under anesthesia, the infant had been born.
After delivery, Carly's heart stopped. The doctors managed to restart her heart, but not long after, they had to give her four units of blood. "Don't you dare die and leave this baby alone! Do you hear me, Carly?" Bobbie said sternly as she looked down at the young woman she did not know was her daughter that she had given up for adoption when she was sixteen years old. "This baby needs his mother, so you have to fight!"
As the medical team worked on Carly and gave her much needed blood, Bobbie cared for the newborn infant, a beautiful baby boy. The tiny boy was struggling with every breath he took. "We need to get him to NICU," Bobbie said when the NICU nurse and neonatal therapist arrived to check on the newborn. "He's four weeks premature and he's having trouble breathing. I'm not sure, but I think there might be some other underlying medical condition."
The NICU nurse and neonatal therapist took charge of the newborn as the medical team closed up Carly's incision. It gave Bobbie time to go to Jason who was eager for any word on Carly's condition. She looked haggard as she approached Jason beyond the door where he had been waiting. He had been pacing, a look of worry stamped on his face.
"How is she? How's Carly?" he asked frantically.
"Her heart stopped, but we were able to revive her. She's been through quite an ordeal, but she's strong... and she's going to make it through this, Jason," Bobbie said with reassurance.
"And the baby?" Jason was almost afraid to ask.
"He's alive. Would you like to see him?"
"He? It's a boy?"
Bobbie nodded. "Carly thought it was a boy," Jason said. "Yeah, I want to see him."
"Come with me," Bobbie said as she lead Jason toward the NICU nursery.
