Annie
Despair gripped me as I listened to my baby's erratic heartbeat during the fetal monitoring. My body started to tremble uncontrollably, and tears streamed down my face. I grabbed the call button beside the bed and summoned the nurse.
"Please, call Dr. Summers," I choked out.
She, too, had heard the alarming rhythm and hurried out to find my doctor, who returned shortly after.
"Annie," he said, his face etched with concern, "I've already asked them to prepare the operating room. We can't wait any longer. Your son doesn't have enough amniotic fluid and is in distress. We need to perform an emergency C-section."
I could only nod, words failing me. I bit my lip, trying to control the relentless trembling, but to no avail.
The orderlies arrived soon after to take me away. As we exi
