❛ ughh, get this damn baby out of me.❜ loud grunts and screams of pain were all that filled room 212 as an extremely anger young soon to be mother underwent the gruesome task of pushing her slightly overweighted baby out of a tiny hole. this form of torture being known as labor.
"Come on you're doing so good momma; just one more push!" the doctor encouraged while supporting the babies head, slowly guiding babies body out.
other nurses around the room adding their two cents by giving small words of encouragement or praise to the women for doing what most couldn't.
her tight grip latching onto the bed railing as another loud brittle scream ripped from the back of the woman's throat as she let out the final push slumping into the comfort of her hospital bed as the baby finally left her.
"It's a boy!" the nurse quickly cut the embolical cord failing to show the mother her newly born baby.
The woman had just given birth not even a full minute ago, yet the room was pin drop quiet the only noise in the room being the woman's heaved breaths as she tried to catch her breath.
the woman raising a brow at the uncomfortable silence circulating around the room, the woman's sweat drenched figure laying still for a few seconds long before her eyes snapped open.
"Aren't they supposed to cry or something?" questioning the newly made mother only to be met with nurses rushing out the room their scrubs crunching as they all rushed out the door.
Just barely catching the glimpse of the purple baby in the doctors hands.
❛ IS THAT MY BABY? ❜
Immediately shooting up the mother took action darting down the hall after the fleeing doctor; nurses rushing to assist the female.
though trying to restrain her proved difficult as she thrashed around.
"Ma,am you have to calm down your gonna rip your stitches." A nurse dressed in giraffe themed scrubs warned the woman.
Yet it seemed to have fell upon death ears as she continued pushing back trying to get to her baby, stitches ripping and popping open.
Blood began to slowly trickle down her leg, the pain seemingly not bothering the young woman what so ever as she was still going strong.
❛ THATS MY BABY, WHATS WRONG WITH HIM? ❜
Her voice was brittle and filled with worry, you could tell she was bound to break any moment now.
She was giving her all to try and get back there to the operating room but it proved useless as the adrenaline rush was falling short.
Eyes getting heavier as each second past the pain of the ripped stitches catching up to her as she fell down.
Struggling to get back onto her feet as she urged to get to her child, the determination was there yet the motivation and pain were wearing her down.
Still trying to get up and fight her way through the doctors and nurses, yet she couldn't find the strength to as she was gripping onto what little consciousness she had left.
❛ HES OK! HES OK! HE MADE IT! ❜
Sharp cries sounded down the halls from the operating room soon filling the hall, the women smiling in relief as she heard the first cries of her newly reborn child; exhaustion finally caught up to her as she fell limp in the arms of a doctor.
The doctors and nurses eyeing one another in relief this would most definitely be the talk of the lunch room.
And thus on November 3rd of 1990 with a few minor complications her son Keisuke Edward Baji was born into the world.
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