Chapter 10
The bright fluorescent lights of the emergency surgical wing blurred above me as the medical team moved fast.
Chief of Surgery Dr. Aris met the gurney, shouting rapid orders to his specialized team of nurses.
“Prep Suite A for emergency Cesarean section!” Dr. Aris commanded, locking eyes with me.
“Miss Moretti, I am Dr. Aris. You and your baby are in the safest hands in the United States.”
I was wheeled into a sterile, high-tech operating room filled with advanced medical equipment.
An anesthesiologist carefully administered an epidural, numbing the lower half of my body within seconds.
The terrifying physical pain faded, replaced by a strange, heavy stillness as the surgical team went to work.
Through the upper glass viewing window of the operating suite, a figure stepped into the dark gallery above.
It was my father, standing behind the thick glass, watching over me like an immovable guardian mountain.
He was holding a small velvet box in his hand, his expression stern and unwavering.
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At 9:42 PM, the quiet room was suddenly broken by a sharp, loud, beautiful cry.
“It’s a boy!” Dr. Aris announced triumphantly, holding up a tiny, wriggling baby covered in white towel.
