My wife’s announcement that we were having a child made me feel absolutely ecstatic. We had been trying for quite some time, and we couldn’t wait to become parents for the very first time. One day, however, while we were making preparations for the birth, Vera revealed a shocking revelation.
“I do not want you to be in the delivery room,” she continued, maintaining a calm and steady tone in her voice. It was as if someone had punched me in the chest. “What is it?
“Why?”
“Vera averted her gaze.” “All I did was… This is something that I have to do by myself. Please have faith in me. Not entirely, I did not get it.
On the other hand, Vera was the person I trusted the most, and I loved her more than anything else. If she required this, I would be willing to comply with her request. In spite of this, a tense knot began to form in the center of my stomach.
The tension in that knot increased as the date of Vera’s due date drew closer. I had a feeling that something significant was about to happen the night before her scheduled induction, and I was unable to sleep. I was tossing and turning, and I couldn’t get to sleep.
We made our way to the medical facility the following morning. After giving Vera a passionate kiss at the entrance of the maternity unit, I watched as they wheeled her away. The hours seemed to drag on forever.
I moved about the waiting room, drank an excessive amount of coffee that was bitter, and checked my phone on a regular basis. All of a sudden, a physician showed up. His expression was so gloomy that it made my heart drop.
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