I'm attempting something new today, and joining up with the Six Sentence Story hop. This week's theme is Rush.
"You need an emergency c-section, and there is no time for an epidural. The doctor will give you general anesthesia."
With months left before my due date, waves of panic cascade over me. "Just hold it together until I fall asleep" becomes my mantra on the gurney ride to the operating room.
Suddenly--though my still-heavy eyelids prevent me from seeing the source--I hear, "Your son is in the NICU and breathing on his own." Relief replaces fear.
Thanks for skilled medical professionals.