The Surrogate: A short story by Shubricca L Bell. Part 5


The pain came suddenly and strong. I woke up out of my sleep yelling. It felt as if the baby was trying to make her way out without me pushing. The pressure. Oh, the pressure. 

It felt as if I needed to push. My doctor was on standby, and she made it to the Peterson’s house in twenty minutes. Harold filled the water birth tub with water, and mom and Lucy helped me in. When my doctor came, she asked me how I was doing, and she checked my cervix. She said that I was at a seven. 

I know that I had agreed to natural childbirth, but this wasn’t it. My blood pressure was through the roof. I’d been suffering from preeclampsia for the last three months, which is why I was on bed rest, but it wasn’t so bad that I had to be induced. My doctor asked me other questions, but I started to become confused. I was trying to respond, but everyone started panicking and I didn’t know why.

My mom asked my doctor why wasn’t I responding, and why did I have a blank stare. I started jerking uncontrollably. It was as if electricity was going through my body. My mom began to yell, “Something’s wrong. This isn’t normal.” 

“She’s having a seizure,” my doctor said. I could hear what was going on, but my body was doing it’s own thing, and I couldn’t do anything about it. “Help her!” mom yelled. “I’m trying, but I need you to remain calm. The best thing you can do for Davi right now, is to speak to her calmly… okay?” my doctor said to mom. 

Lucy was panicking, and then I blacked out.  


“Davi, baby, mommy’s right here,” I said. Lucy was beside me speaking calmly to Davi as well. Harold and the doctor had gotten Davi out of the pool and onto the floor, so that she wouldn’t drown. They turned her on her side.  The clock was ticking, and Davi was at nine cm. 

It was too late for a C-section. My heart was racing. Harold was scared, but he remained calmed and helped the doctor with whatever she needed. “Should I call an ambulance,” Lucy said, with a panic. “Yes, call an ambulance. 

Her and the baby’s life is in danger. It’s been almost three minutes and she isn’t responding. “Davi, sweetie. I need you to wake up. Come on, Davi,” she said. 

She then prepared to deliver the baby. “What are you doing? What about Davi? Help her,” I yelled. “Ma’am, I’m doing all I can right now, but if I don’t get the baby out right now, then the baby will die for sure,” the doctor said. 

“My daughter could die,” I yelled. “Listen, Lucy and Harold, you need to let me know what you want me to do, right now! Am I delivering your baby right now?”the doctor said. “Will Davi be okay?” Lucy said. “I honestly don’t know, but the baby heart rate has dropped and if I don’t get her out soon, she will die,” the doctor said. 

The medics arrived. “Thank God,” I said. They gave Davi some medicine for the seizure through an IV. It had now been seven minutes. The baby was delivered, and she was okay, but my baby wasn’t. 

She still hadn’t woke up. The medics rushed Davi to the hospital. I rode with them and Harold followed behind. “God please don’t take my baby,” I prayed, and prayed. When we got to the hospital, the medics told us we had to wait in the waiting room. 

I couldn’t sit. Harold tried to console me. I stopped him, and said, “Please, just let me be. I didn’t want to be consoled. I wanted my baby to wake up, and I wasn’t going to be okay until I knew she’d be alright. 

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