Page 30 of Bound by Love
Brie looked at Sir and Rytsar, fortified by their strength and love.
When the next contraction hit, Dr. Glas encouraged her, “Push, push, push.”
Brie closed her eyes, holding her breath as the pain invaded her every thought. She tried her best to push through it.
When the contraction finally ended, Dr. Glas ordered her to rest.
They followed the same routine for the next several contractions, but Brie could tell that, despite her best efforts, her pushing was ineffective. She laid her head back, exhausted and disappointed with herself.
“This is your first time, lass. It takes a bit of practice,” Dr. Glas assured her.
Brie nodded, ready to give it another try. When the next powerful contraction hit, she closed her eyes and imagined her entire body pushing the baby out, but this pain was on a different level than before, and she screamed at the top of her lungs, “I’m not a masochist. I’m not a masochist!”
Afterward, she lay back, feeling discouraged.
“I think the entire hospital now knows your limit,” Rytsar teased.
She covered her eyes with her arm, completely embarrassed.
“Think nothing of it, babygirl,” Sir told her. “With this next contraction, I want you to transform the pain into action. Harness it.”
Brie took a deep breath, wanting to have control over the pain. When the gut-ripping contraction started up again, she focused on it, inviting it to hurt her. The progress was slow, but at least there was progress.
“That’s it, lass. Now we’re getting somewhere.”
That small success gave her courage, and she readied herself for the next one.
“Push,” the doctor commanded.
Her body shook from the effort, but she felt something give and pushed even harder. Suddenly, the room filled with the sound of an alarm.
“What’s wrong?” Sir yelled.
“The baby isn’t getting oxygen. I’m going to reach inside and try to relieve the pressure around her neck.”
Brie cried out in pain as he tried to manipulate the baby from the inside, but the alarm kept sounding. She felt a cold chill run through her when she saw the look of fear on Rytsar’s face.
“Mrs. Davis,” Dr. Glas stated calmly, breaking through her growing panic. “We’re going to rush you to the operating room. We need to do an emergency C-section.”
Both Sir and Rytsar let go of her and stood back as nurses rushed around them, disconnecting tubes and wires, before releasing the brakes on the bed. They pushed her out of the room with Brie crying in fear, “My baby…”
“She’s going to be fine, Brie,” Sir shouted from behind her.
“Moye solntseis strong like her mother!”
Brie closed her eyes as she was pushed down the hallway, shutting everything out, including her fear, as she tried to connect with her baby.
I’m here, little girl…
To keep her mind focused and calm for her child, Brie replayed a memory that brought her hope now.
“Sir,” she giggled, “I don’t know if it’s the whole nesting instinct kicking in or not, but I’m seriously feeling the urge to get the baby’s room ready.”
“I suppose now is as good a time as any.”
“There are just so many things to get.”
“Such as?”
