The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air as the medical team prepared for the emergency C-section. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions—fear, anger, despair. But amidst the chaos, one thought anchored me: I needed to protect my babies.
As the anesthesiologist administered the spinal block, I felt a fleeting sense of calm wash over me. The operating room lights were bright, almost comforting, guiding me toward the hope of seeing my children safe and healthy. Dr. Harper’s reassuring presence was a lifeline. “You’re in good hands, Nora. We’ll take care of you and your babies,” she said, her voice steady and compassionate.
The procedure began, and I felt a tugging sensation, pressure but no pain. Two nurses stood by my side, their eyes filled with empathy, a stark contrast to the fury I had just faced. I focused on their kindness to dispel the residual fear that Derek’s violence had instilled in me. Each second stretched into eternity, every heartbeat a countdown to a new beginning.
