The Trouble With Lily pt 9

Lily looked around the room, the crib was white, as was all the baby furniture and her rocking chair. She was starting to think of changing it to a purple and blue color scheme, maybe something with a variety of purple and blue shades. “What do you think of purple and blue?” She asked Scott.

“That would be a nicer color scheme, and we could incorporate it into the furniture. You know, like painting the bars of the crib each with a different shade of blue and purple. Not to mention painting that awful stark white changing table and matching dresser.” He looked at her and could see she was imagining how it would look, and the smile that always melted his heart lit up her face. When was he going to get the nerve to ask her?

“That sounds absolutely wonderful! Do you think we can get it done before the baby comes?” Lily questioned.

Scott looked around the room, calculating how much work needed to be done to repaint the room and prep the furniture for fresh paint. “Yeah, I think so. I can ask a couple of my buddies to help, and we can get it done this weekend.” Then he noticed that Lily was doubled over. “Lily, what’s wrong?”

Lily could hardly catch her breath through the pain she was experiencing. Then she felt fluid run down her legs. “I think my water just broke… the baby’s coming!” She grunted through clenched teeth.

Scott tried not to panic, he and Lily had been preparing for this day for months, he knew where her overnight bag was, and he knew several routes to the hospital, each for a different time of day in-case of traffic. “I’ll call the hospital and let them know we’re on our way. Just breathe Lily, like they taught us in lamaze class. You can do this. Don’t worry I’ll be right by your side. Is there anyone you want me to call?”

“Can you call my parents?” She asked.

“Of course,” Scott replied as he grabbed her bag out of the front hall. “Just keep breathing, we’ll be at the hospital before you can give birth, I promise.” They got into Scott’s truck and drove to the hospital. Scott pulled up to the emergency room doors, and got out, told the nurse that Lily’s water broke 15-20 minutes prior and that her contractions were now three and a half minutes apart and getting worse. They ushered Lily into a wheel chair and got her up to Labor and Delivery as fast as they could. Scott parked the truck, called Lily’s mom to let her know what was going on and where they were. Then he called his buddies and told them what he needed done. Scott ran into the hospital, hoping to catch up to Lily.

He got to the nurse’s station asking for Lily. “Are you her husband? Or a relative?” The nurse asked.

What should he say? “No ma’am, I’m neither, I’m just a real good friend.”

“Then I am sorry sir, but you can’t go in. Only immediate family is allowed in the delivery room.” The nurse replied.

“But I’m her lamaze coach, I need to be in there with her!” Scott stressed.

The nurse looked up at him, “Well, why didn’t you say so in the first place? She’s in room 314 down the hall to your right.” She hollered after Scott as he took off running.

As Scott got to her room, the door was shoved violently open and he watched helplessly while a team of orderlies and nurses rushed Lily’s bed down the hall. Scott stopped the doctor and asked what happened. “The baby is breech, we’ll have to do an emergency c-section on your wife, follow me,” the doctor said, assuming that Scott was Lily’s husband. Scott could feel the blood drain from his face. And rushed after the doctor.