Things started to get blurry after they closed the door and started calling in my condition.
“Yeah we have a female, approximate early twenties, who appears to be in her last trimester of pregnancy. We’re going to need all maternity staff ready for her when we arrive, she’s bleeding pretty bad. Her B.P. is elevated and she was complaining of being short of breath.”
The realization of what was happening hit me and I knew, without a doubt, what I had to do. This wasn’t about a marriage, this was about our children. Ty needed to be here. He needed to know. I couldn’t have him worrying about us and something really be wrong. I could never live with myself if something bad happened and I prevented him from being there. “Ty………….sir, I need you to call my husband. Please, you have to get my phone out of the car. You have to call him. Please help him get to us.”
“Ma’am just tell me his number and I will try to get him on my phone. We don’t have time to get out and look for your phone, you’re bleeding pretty bad.”
“What does that mean? Are my babies okay? Tell me they are okay?” I was frantically reaching for the man’s arm, hoping he would give me some kind of hope.
“Did you say babies? Is this a multiple pregnancy, Ma’am?”
“Yes! Please call my husband. He has to be here. We need him to get here. Mister, you have to call him.”
He held up his finger. “Just give me a second.” He got back on the radio and after running down once again, who he was and what ambulance number they were, I heard him say, “The woman we’re bringing in is carrying multiples. You need to be prepared and have neonatal on standby.”
A sharp pain started in my abdomen and traveled around to my back. It literally felt like someone shoved a sword into the center of my back and moved it around. My body bucked and I scream out in agony.
The poor paramedic strapped my body down to the stretcher and took out his phone. “What’s your husband’s number?”
I repeated it to him twice, even though I think he heard it the first time. As the pain became even stronger, my thoughts went to Ty. He’d ruined the sanctity of our marriage, but I needed him right now. I wanted him with me, holding my hand and telling me that everything was going to be okay, because I felt like he was the only person that could make that happen.
I looked over to see him looking down at his phone again. Did he dial the right number? Was Ty not answering because he didn’t recognize it? He had to get in touch with him. I just wanted to hear his voice.
Please God, please get Ty to me. Please help him find us. I can’t do this alone.
The equipment in the cab began to shake as the ambulance started to move. The guy was checking my vitals, but I could feel myself starting to black out. My hearing went first, then my sight followed. Blackness took over and I let it happen. The pain in my stomach had spread to my back and it was so severe that I just wanted to scream.
As they rolled me into the hospital, the bright lights made me squint my eyes. Faces of strangers surrounded me as they ran alongside the stretcher. “Bella.” I moaned.
“Your daughter is fine Ma’am. We will keep her safe until someone from your family gets here.”
“Ty?”
The paramedic leaned down so I could hear him. “He’s coming, but you’re pretty far from home. It’s going to take him awhile.”
I started to cry, and it wasn’t from the pain. I was so scared and all alone.
A new wave of pain hit as they transferred me onto a fresh bed. Right away the room was filled with nurses and doctors. My legs went up into stirrups while a middle-aged man slid in between them while slipping on his rubber gloves. I could barely feel what he was doing, from the amount of pain I was feeling. A nurse came wheeling a cart in and soon they were doing an internal sonogram to check on the babies.
“Are they okay? Please tell me they are okay?” I screamed through the pain.
One nurse pointed to something on the screen, but I couldn’t see it. The doctor nodded, but said nothing.
“Please tell me somethin’. What is happenin’?” I cried and cried while they poked and studied my pregnant insides.
The doctor called across the room. “Prep the O.R., we have a placental abruption and need to get the babies out as quickly as possible.” He stood and walked to my side. “Ma’am, the accident caused your placenta to tear. It’s necessary that we get you into surgery right away.”
“We have to wait for my husband. We can’t do this without him.” I grabbed his arm, hoping he would feel sorry for me, enough to wait at least.