Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Dead End (02/06/14)
By Amelia Brown
LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
ADD TO MY FAVORITES
A couple of hours earlier, we were sitting at our dining room table enjoying mango chicken, brown rice, and roasted asparagus in between laughter and small talk.
“Let me grab dessert.” Smiling she continued, “Guess what it is.”
“I’m hoping apple peanut butter cookies.”
Pushing her chair back, Eraetulla got up and headed for the kitchen—then froze. Our eyes locked.
“Honey, I think my water broke.”
Tossing the napkin in the air, I sprang to my feet, knocking over my chair in the process. “O-o-K, let’s not panic here. I’ll get the bags. Don’t worry, stay calm.”
“Sweetie, I think you’re the one who needs to calm down.”
My wife was always the composed and level-headed one. She has a way of keeping things under control; knowing just what to say to defuse any situation or bring encouragement. She kept me sane.
Another contraction hit, drawing more groans from Eraetulla as she lay on the delivery bed. My groans were inaudible only because I bit my lips when she violently squeezed my hand. Beads of sweat formed an army on her forehead; threatening to wage war with her eyes. I wiped them away with my free hand and replaced them with a kiss.
I felt helpless watching her writhe in pain. I wanted desperately to bring her comfort, but every attempt failed. The sun slowly invaded the room, reminding us that our anguish had rolled over into a new day. But it also brought with it a sense of hope that nudged me to be positive. After all, this painful ordeal will end in joy when our baby boy graces us with his presence. My reverie ceased when the doctor walked in.
“Mr. and Mrs. Beckham, how’re you holding up?”
“Not good Doc, she’s in a lotta pain.”
“How’s my baby?” Eraetulla’s voice trembled, revealing the trepidation she was trying to hide.
“I got the results from the preliminary examination I conducted earlier. Sadly, your baby is facing serious complications. We’re gonna perform an emergency cesarean.”
“Are you sure that’s the best thing?” I was now pacing the floor.
“That’s why he’s in the white coat, Ludlow. I’m sure that’s what’s best for the baby.”
They literally had to haul me out of the operating room when I got frantic after discovering that my wife was losing blood profusely and was falling in a coma. Several hours later, the doctor walked into the waiting room where I was still pacing.
“Doc, talk to me.”
“Mr. Beckham, we tried our best. But it was a posthumous birth…which means that your wife died…before your son. I’m so sorry for your loss."
No man should have to hear that his wife and newborn are dead. Probably that’s why I didn't hear a word the doctor said after spewing out the second sentence like hot lava. I sank to my knees and wept like the baby I’ll never have. My world had ended.
Weeks turned into months as I continued to deteriorate.
I didn't bother going back to work. I refused visits from family and friends. Healthy meals were replaced with occasional snacks.
I tried to recover…really, I tried. But my despair convinced me there can be no progress.
It has been days since my last shower. The pelting cold water was like a defibrillator to my drained body. I grabbed a towel and walked into the bedroom. My heart sank when I open the closet door and saw my wife’s clothes. When I looked down and saw the unused cradle, my heart shattered.
The next day, I gave all their things away thinking it would help. Instead, I felt worse. Then on my way home, gloom enshrouded me when a lady walked by, leaving behind a waft of Chance-Eau-Tendre; Eratulla’s favorite fragrance.
I got in my car and cried.
Grieving takes on the personality of its owner, which means no two individuals, grieve the same. One may take two months, another—a year, and still another perhaps ten years to find a way past lost. Maybe one day I’ll find an exit out of this pit of grief. Today is just not that day.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a work of fiction.
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be right now. CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.