Jada-GDR
31-03-2006, 18:18
Some people would give everything for their wish to come true.
Even their lives.
A young woman. Married to a young man. Living in a house in the country, a life that seems so beautiful that nothing could taint it.
Until that young woman became pregnant.
At first they were happy. Both had wanted a child for so long that it hurt everytime their attempts at conceiving one failed. The couple celebrated, and the young woman spent nine months of pregnancy in bliss. The burden of a growing child inside her was a hard one to carry, but everytime her stomach hurt, or someone laughed at her for being fat, she simply reminded herself that it was all worthwhile, for very soon she would be having her own baby.
One day, as the young man was driving home from work, he recieved a call from his wife's friend, telling him that his wife had gone into labour and was being rushed to the hospital. The young man immediately turned his car around and drove in the direction of the town.
When he arrived, he demanded to see his wife. A nurse led him up the stairs, but when he tried to enter her room he was heald back. Told that he could not go in, that she was in a critical state. A red light was flashing beside the door of her private ward. Nurses and doctors rushed back and forth, all muttering restlessly.
The young man waited for two hours. Sitting in the hallway, occasionally standing up and making another attempt to enter the young woman's ward, but being told to go back.
Then one of the nurses came out. She was holding something in her arms, wrapped in white towels. The young man could not believe his eyes. He and his wife had finally achieved what they had been trying to achieve for a long, long time. But the nurse had a look on her face. He immediately knew something was wrong.
Her voice shook as she informed him of what had happened. His child had been badly injured in the birth procedure, but there was a good chance it would survuve.
Unfortunately, the same could not be said for the young woman.
Even their lives.
A young woman. Married to a young man. Living in a house in the country, a life that seems so beautiful that nothing could taint it.
Until that young woman became pregnant.
At first they were happy. Both had wanted a child for so long that it hurt everytime their attempts at conceiving one failed. The couple celebrated, and the young woman spent nine months of pregnancy in bliss. The burden of a growing child inside her was a hard one to carry, but everytime her stomach hurt, or someone laughed at her for being fat, she simply reminded herself that it was all worthwhile, for very soon she would be having her own baby.
One day, as the young man was driving home from work, he recieved a call from his wife's friend, telling him that his wife had gone into labour and was being rushed to the hospital. The young man immediately turned his car around and drove in the direction of the town.
When he arrived, he demanded to see his wife. A nurse led him up the stairs, but when he tried to enter her room he was heald back. Told that he could not go in, that she was in a critical state. A red light was flashing beside the door of her private ward. Nurses and doctors rushed back and forth, all muttering restlessly.
The young man waited for two hours. Sitting in the hallway, occasionally standing up and making another attempt to enter the young woman's ward, but being told to go back.
Then one of the nurses came out. She was holding something in her arms, wrapped in white towels. The young man could not believe his eyes. He and his wife had finally achieved what they had been trying to achieve for a long, long time. But the nurse had a look on her face. He immediately knew something was wrong.
Her voice shook as she informed him of what had happened. His child had been badly injured in the birth procedure, but there was a good chance it would survuve.
Unfortunately, the same could not be said for the young woman.