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Break Down The Barricade

You Died In California

Skye's POV:

The pain was unbearable, even with the epidural. However apparently I was close, as the nurse gave me the go-ahead to start properly pushing.

I gripped Mike's hand and he looked distressed. He looked at me and rubbed my hand, which was crushing his with the pain of the contractions.

'Sorry Mikey but this is a fucking bitch. I'm never going through this again.' I told him in between yells.

'AAHHHHHHH!' I screamed as I felt this frankly huge thing being gently pulled out. It was slightly blue and bloody, but Mike and I kept holding hands as we looked at it. Our baby.

'Congratulations Skye and Mike, your little baby boy looks...'

I cut the doctor off with a scream. I could feel my uterus walls contract again. This wasn't right..

Mike had stood up to have a look at our baby boy, but he ran back to where I was lying, exhausted but convulsing with the pain. He looked scared out of his mind.

'Skye, babe, are you alright?' He asked me.

Suddenly, two nurses dashed forwards, and lifted up the paper covering my vagina from the rest of the world.

'Dilated...' One whispered to the other.
'It would have shown in the scan.' The other muttered back.

They stepped back and spoke to the doctor for a few moments. He came forwards to inspect me two, before clearing his throat.

'M-hm-hm, Skye, it would appear that, um, instead of the one baby, um, you are in fact expecting two. Um, I think one must be smaller than the other and, um, wouldn't have been seen on the, um, 10 week scan.' He said.

I looked at Mike.
'Are we okay with two?' I questioned.

'Hell yeah!' He cheered. 'I'd have forty kids with you Skye!'

After the initial shock, it was only an hour later before the head was visible. I was so exhausted, I don't know how I managed to keep awake. Maybe it was the fact that I had what felt like a brick pushing through to the outside via my vagina.

I had resumed gripping Mike's hand. He, however, was fussing our baby, who we had decided to call Alex. We both liked the name, and thought it was a good fit for our baby boy.

Mike lifted the paper and peered in.

'Like what you see Mike?' I joked through gritted teeth.

'I can see a head babe! Keep going,' he encouraged, and I pushed one more time. I summoned all the strength I had left in my tired body and pushed the baby out.

I felt so weary. I was sweaty and floppy and had experienced the most painful 24 hours of my life. But it was worth it, and worth the surprise of two babies.

The nurse grabbed our second baby, and I could tell something was wrong. We weren't even told the gender. It was rushed over to one of the counters in the private room we hired, and we watched in desperation as the doctor performed what looked like CPR.

A tear fell down my cheek, and Mike brushed it away.

'Something's wrong Mike,' I whispered, and he just nodded.

The nurses and doctor looked at eachother and nodded to whatever he said.

'All agreed?' Dr Carlile asked.

They nodded again.

'Time of death of this baby girl certified: 11:31 pm. ' he said, and my world came crashing down.