I was tossed onto a gurney and my dress was removed from my
body. I was in so much pain. Dr. Popper was cursing loudly from between my legs
and when she stood up, her hands were bloody. “Bella, I’m sorry, but we’re
going to have perform an emergency C-section.”
“What? What’s wrong?”
“You are bleeding from your placenta, a placental abruption.
If we don’t remove the baby and stop the bleeding you’ll die. Your baby will
die,” Dr. Popper whispered, her eyes staring at me.
“How did this happen?” Edward asked, his face pale and
drawn. His fingers threaded with mine. I never saw Edward look so scared. “Dr.
Popper?”
“My guess is that when you fell, it caused you to go into
early labor. The medications stopped it, but the placenta, somehow, is now
separated from the fetus. We have to go. Bella, we’re going to put you under,”
Dr. Popper said, soothing my hair back. “It’ll be easier on you and the baby.”
She closed her eyes, blowing out a breath. “If there are complications, where
we can’t stop the bleeding …”
“Do you want to perform a hysterectomy?” I asked, feeling
sicker by the minute. Dr. Popper nodded, her lips set in a grim line.
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