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The man jogged off letting me follow them in. He handed me a gown, a pair of gloves, and a face mask.
"Don't let my baby die. I can't lose another one." Rose cried
"I can't. I can't." She repeated as she cried
I held her hand for hours as they put her under and preformed an emergency c-section because she was going in and out of consciousness.
I had to keep my tears from falling for danger of contamination. But I couldn't hold it. My loud uneven breaths drew attention to me but I wasn't leaving her.
When they pulled the baby from her he didn't cry or open his eyes. I coughed as I began to cry harder.
I tried to stop myself from continuing as they took my son away and stitched up my wife. Once they were done they rolled an incubator into the room holding him.
"Sir can I speak to you?"
I stepped outside and tried to even out my breaths.
"Sir did you know that she has severe Adenomyosis."
"What is that?"
"Rose wasn't suppose to be able to have children. Holding a child causes extreme stress on her body placing her and the child in danger. She and the child could have died."
"So what are you saying?"
"Pray. There is a chance the baby won't make it but we will monitor him around the clock."
"What about Rose?"
"She's stable."
"She was uh really sad today. I'm not sure how long it was going on for but I noticed it today."
"Depression during pregnancy is common. There could be a chance that she will have postpartum depression."
I nodded then walked back into the room and sat next the the incubator.
Rose wasn't suppose to wake up for another few hours so it was just me and my little guy.
I held roses hand and rested my finger in his hand for hours until I felt Rose grip my hand back.
I looked over at her as she stared at the incubator. I gave her hand a squeeze watching as she slowly looked at me.
"He's dead?" Her voice cracked
"No. He's fine."
"No he's not. There's tubes running through my baby." She began to cry again
"Rose. Rose. Listen. He's okay. You're okay. You guys are just going to be here for a while. That's all."
"Bryson don't let my baby die. Please. " she practically begged as she continued to cry
I got up from my seat and got in the bed with her as carefully as I could and held her.
I felt her tears soaking my shirt as I kissed her forehead.
"You're going to be okay. We're going to take him home in a few weeks and be the family we always talked about. The family from highschool."