It’s Time is the eighty-third chapter of Zak Saturday's Immortal Love Life. It was first published on March 23, 2016.
I was in my private waiting room in the hospital, having contractions one after another, and waiting to dilate ten damn centimeters so that I can finally give birth to my daughter. I was losing my patience, but keeping it under control. On the outside, anyway.
“It’s ok, Sarah,” Zak said, trying to keep me calm and holding my hand. “Just a couple more minutes. Breathe.”
Easy for him to say.
What was a couple minutes felt like a couple hours. I wanted to glare at him, but he was just trying to help. Instead, I looked at my mom standing on the other side of the bed.
“I know,” she said. “He doesn’t help, but he’s trying to. Though nothing really will help until it’s time to give birth to her.”
The contraction finally ended and I laid back against my pillow, my head beating with sweat. Zak wiped my forehead with a cool rag. It felt nice.
“She’s almost here,” he said. “Just hang in there.”
“Man,” Zack said. “Makes me glad I’m not a girl.”
Zak and Selena slapped him upside the head, even Emily did.
“Thank you,” I said.
“You’re welcome,” they replied.
“Hey, guys,” Drew said.
She, Doc, and Doyle came into the room. Unfortunately, the animals couldn’t come into the hospital, so they had to wait outside.
“Hi,” I said.
“She’s not here yet?” Doyle asked.
“No. Not yet,” Zak replied. “She has to dilate ten centimeters before she can give birth. She’s only dilated six so far, but at least she’s more than halfway there.”
“Yeah, I know how hard it is to wait when you’re in serious pain,” Drew said. “I thought Zak would never come out and I would have to deal with the pain forever.”
Zak groaned. He was clearly embarrassed. I laughed, but it hurt a little.
My dad came in and gave me a glass of ice chips, since that was the only thing I could drink.
Then another contraction came on. It was like the more I had, the more they hurt and the more longer they lasted, which was probably how they were suppose to be.
A couple more hours passed, and I had finally dilated ten centimeters.
The doctors were now taking me to the delivery room, and Zak and my mom came along with the rest of our family went to the waiting room.
After the doctors finished setting me up in a room, I started pushing, but it was so hard with so much indescribable pain. Zak wanted me to hold his hand for support, but I was afraid—or, I knew—that I would break it, especially with my super strength, which you’d think would help me give birth more easily, but no. Mom offered her hand for me to hold, but I didn’t want Zak to feel weak, though he probably already did.
“Come on, Sarah,” he said. “I know you can do it, and our daughter does too.”
He was right. I needed to push harder, but that was easier said than done. And the doctor was not helping by telling me to as well. But I tried. I pushed. Hard.
If I had a mirror, I’d probably see myself turning blue, because my head felt like it was about to explode. I kept pushing. The pain was so immense now that I felt myself slipping away.
“Here she comes,” the doctor said. “One more hard push, Sarah.”
That was probably all I had left in me. And it was. I gave one more final push, and my daughter was out, and so was I.
I felt dizzy, and I couldn’t see at all, not even her. I was blind, then I passed out.
Hearing my daughter crying really made my day. I read that it means she’s healthy when she comes out of the womb crying. After so many years of watching her appear to us as a five-year-old, she was finally here, she was real now.
Sarah did it. She actually did it. She gave birth to our daughter. I knew she could. But what I didn’t know, was that her giving birth could come at a price.
I was so focused on our daughter that I didn’t notice that Sarah had passed out. Or should I say, she wasn’t breathing.
I shook her, trying to wake her up, but it was no use. I bent down and placed my ear above her heart, but I didn’t hear anything.
“She doesn’t have a heartbeat,” I said.
“Sarah,” Raylee tried. “Sarah, come on.”
She wasn’t responding at all. She looked so . . . lifeless. She couldn’t be. Not now. Not ever.
“Sarah, wake up,” I pleaded. “Please. You have to stay strong for our daughter. For me. We need you. Sarah!”
She didn’t wake up. Raylee started to cry, and so was I.
The doctors finally got on her. They practically pushed me out of the room because they needed space to get to her. I didn’t want to leave, but they made me.
They tried to get Raylee out, but she was tougher than I was. They let her stay and got working on Sarah, using those, like, electric shock “clear” things.
I watched through the small clear glass window on the door as they tried to get Sarah’s heart beating again, but she just wasn’t coming back through. I didn’t want to lose hope, but I just felt like there wasn’t any left. Sarah was gone.
I couldn’t stand there any longer. I walked out to the waiting room where mine and Sarah’s family were. A look of concern appeared on their faces when they saw me.
“Zak?” my mom asked. “Is everything ok?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I just found an empty chair, sat down in it, and completely fell apart.
“Zak, what happened?” Mom asked again. “Is the baby—”
“She’s fine,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “Sarah’s not.”
Everyone gathered around me.
“What happened to Sarah?” Zack asked.
“Oh,” Selena said, rubbing her belly.
“I’ve heard that there’s a percentage, like twenty percent or so, of women dying giving birth. Is that what happened, Zak?”
I buried my face in my hands, which just answered her question.
She pulled me into her and hugged me, which was a little hard with her big belly and probably making her uncomfortable, but she managed. I cried into her shoulder.
“Zak,” Raylee called, maybe minutes later.
She was standing in the doorway to the hall with a relieved smile on her face. “Sarah’s awake.”
That was all I heard. That was all I needed to hear. I stood up from the chair ran passed her, down the hall, and back to the delivery room.
Sarah was awake. She was panting a little, sweat still beading her face, and she appeared to be waiting for me.
“Why’d you leave?” she asked.
I didn’t answer. I was so relieved that I just walked up to her and kissed her.
“Are you crying?” she asked when she pushed me away so she could breathe.
“Not anymore,” I replied.
Sarah smiled. “Where is she?”
“Uh . . .”
“She’s right here,” one of the nurses said, holding our daughter. “Waiting for you.”
She handed Sarah our daughter and she took her.
She was wrapped in a pink blanket, no longer crying, and her eyes were open. She looked exactly the same as we’ve seen her for years, except, you know, smaller and less hair.
“She has your eyes,” Sarah said.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “But she looks more like you.”
“She’s finally here.”
“Yes. Yes, she is.”
Sarah and I kissed to our new family.
The nurses helped Sarah to a new, more comfortable room while she carried our daughter. Then our family came in to see her.
“Oh my gosh,” Selena said. “She’s so beautiful.”
“Yep,” Sarah agreed. “We have a new little Saturday.”
“Please don’t call her that,” I said.
“Because I’ve been called that before by he-who-should-not-be-named, and I don’t want to be reminded of that.”
“He? Oh. Right. Fine. I won’t call her that.”
“What’s her name?” Emily asked.
Sarah and I looked at each other, feeling kind of stupid.
“That’s what we forgot to talk about,” Sarah said.
“Yeah,” I agreed.
“You guys don’t have a name for her?” Zack asked.
“No,” Sarah said. “Do you for your son?”
“Yes. But we’re not saying until he’s born.”
“I already know what it is.”
“I know you do. But you don’t know your own daughter’s name.”
“Not yet.” She turned toward me. “What should we name her?”
“I don’t know,” I replied. “What do you wanna name her?”
“Hmm.” She pondered it for a couple minutes. “I’ve always liked the name Jasmine.”
“Like the Disney Princess Jasmine?” Raylee asked.
Sarah smiled sheepishly. “Maybe. She’s my favorite.”
“She can be a princess,” I said. “Actually, she is our princess.”
“Does that mean you like the name?”
I nodded. “Yeah. It sounds perfect for her.”
“Jasmine Saturday. Yeah, it does.”
“Alright. Everybody, meet Jasmine, our daughter, the newest member of the Saturdays and the Hollingers.”
“Oh, boy. With that being your last name, you’re going to have a crazy life. Hopefully I’ll have that last name myself someday so I can join you.”
I laughed. “I hope so too.”
Sarah smiled at me and I gave her a kiss.
We finally have our family. And I couldn’t be more happier.
Aww. Jasmine's born. This was so cute. How do you guys like the name Jasmine? You think it fits? I've had that name picked out a few years ago for her, and I love the name.
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- Cj Hollinger
- Doyle Blackwell
- Emily Hollinger
- Jasmine Saturday
- Alex Hollinger
- Madison Hollinger
- Kiara Hollinger
- Argost (mentioned)