The doctor gripped her leg. “You’re going to need to push again to get out the placenta.” For the next several minutes, the doctors and nurses worked on her, all, while the mysterious team of medical professionals were in an attached room working on something she could only assume, was the baby—perhaps trying to revive it.
The OB mentioned having another emergency he had to see to and wished her good luck. While his bedside manner left much to be desired her concern was what was happening with the baby. “Please, tell me what’s going on with the baby.”
The nurse dabbed her forehead with a damp cloth. “The NICU team is doing their best to save your baby. But in the meantime, you’ve lost a lot of blood. We’re going to have to order two units of blood for you.”
“But is my baby alive? I don’t even know if it’s a boy or girl.”
The nurse hesitated for a moment. “It’s a little girl.“
Sadie’s heart swelled with love for her daughter she’d yet to see. She’d secretly wanted a daughter but now all she hoped for was that by some miracle the NICU team could save her child.
Sadie silently cried and prayed while the nurses worked on her and gave her the odd instruction from time to time. Finally, when the blood arrived and the nurse searched for a vein to stick the needle in for transfusion, Sadie could no longer take the not knowing what was going on.
“Please, can you tell me what’s going on with the baby?”
The nurse looked at her sympathetically. “Okay. I’ll go check. I’ll be back.”
Sadie waited anxiously with bated breath until the nurse returned. “How is she? How is my baby?”
The nurse took her hand. “Sadie, do you believe in a higher power?”
She slowly nodded scared of what she’d be told next. “Yes,” she said in a whisper.
“Now is the time to pray.”