My Baby

Anne

My heart pounded against my chest in excitement as I walked towards Vincent’s room once again, now with high hopes. But deep down I knew that if I wasn’t granted this opportunity, I would have sorted it out myself, maybe in a less practical way, where I’d be escorted out of the hospital by the security. All the same, I knew I wouldn’t leave the hospital without at least having his hand in mine.

I couldn’t sleep a wink last night. I was nervous, anxious, and filled with every feeling that’ll keep a 23-year-old pregnant woman awake throughout the night.

Dr. Arya told me 7 o’clock, but I was already there by 6:45 am. I was too eager. I’d already brushed my teeth and taken my bath. I took my sister’s makeup stuff and brightened my face. I felt I looked malnourished and horrible with my pale skin and protruding bones, but that’d have to do. I couldn’t possibly grow more skin in a few minutes.

I dumped my hospital gown and took one of my sister’s knee length white gowns and slipped