Tears Of A Wife novel Chapter 54

"Did you convince the doctor, Dad?" I broke the silence.

"Yes. That's your child. Maybe, if he can feel you around, he will be better. You were like that when your mother gave birth to you. Even smaller," he said.

"Thank you, Daddy," I muttered.

Silence enveloped us. At exactly twelve noon, the nurse assisted me to wear a hospital gown. She also brought me inside the NICU where our son was incubated. My Dad already talked to the doctor and even the owner of the hospital. They allowed us to check and see our baby.

I don't know where I pulled the strength to walk my feet. Atlas was beside me and holding me in my arms carefully. We both entered the NICU with the nurse assisting us.

While getting closer, I can't help but to feel my heart clenching. My son was alone inside the cold room while being boxed inside a small incubator. When we finally got to him, I can't help but to grip kn Atlas and cry silently.

I can't take it.

My heart was in pain as I saw his thin and almost as big as a twelve ounce bottle. His small chest had a circular sticker which was connected to a monitor. Same goes in his small nose and his hands.

I almost couldn't look at him. I can also feel Atlas' shoulder shake. I know that we're both having a hard time right now, but I know that my son had it rough. He's too small to experience these.

"I know you're stronger than Mama. Please, fight for me," I talked to him after I calmed myself down. I touched the incubator with my hand and wrote the words I love you in it.

I hoped that my son could feel how I love him through that. I needed him more than anything that life could offer. He's my strength and my motivation to be happy after all the pain. If given the chance, I would choose to suffer alone than him.

"Oliver is strong. Don't worry."

Despite the strong facade he managed to put on, I know that he's hurting, too. I looked at him and smiled bitterly. Atlas was looking at me too and his features softened when my tears started to fall. I shouldn't feel these emotions, but I just can't help it.

My chest tightened so much that I even had to punch it a few times to calm it down. I did not leave my eyes to our precious child, until I saw him smile.

Our baby smiled at us and it made me smile, too. But my smile instantly vanished when I heard the monitor's sound slowly fading. The nurses panicked and Atlas cursed.

My shoulder was shaking. My belly was hurting. Everything was feeling pain, but my heart felt a tad more. It was too painful, as if it was being wrecked into pieces until powderized. That even if I tried to fix it back, it would never be the same anymore.

I needed to be injected with sleeping drugs so I could sleep and calm down. The last thing I remembered was me and Dad inside the room. Telling me things that would soothe me but the pain I felt was undeniable. I think no one could cure the pain.

When I woke up, I still felt the same. The hollow part inside me was still there, seeping through my soul. It was more painful than the wound in my stomach. It was more numbing than the anesthesia that was injected into me.

"Rest, dear. Stop crying," Atlas' mother basically begged. She quickly came to me when I sat and leaned onto the headboard of the bed.

"I-I want to see my b-baby, Mama," I said in a hoarse voice.

"He's gone, dear," she mumbled, voice cracking. "Senator and Atlas already agreed to cremate the child. It pains me, Olive. But I know that it hurts you a thousand times more."

"Ma! My baby is still alive," I denied.

She held my hand as she sat in front of me. I saw her smile but it didn't reach her ears. I know that she was also mourning. All of us were pained by my son's death.