Her water finally broke four hours

Her water finally broke four hours later and she was moved to the delivery room. She and Sandro hadn’t exchanged any further meaningful conversation, he’d just continued to soothe her and coach her through the ever-increasing pain. She didn’t ever say it but she was pretty grateful to have him there. Even though he was as nervous and edgy as a cat in a barrel between contractions, he was a solid rock during them.
Four intensely nerve-wracking, sweaty and pain-riddled hours later, during which time Sandro supported her, swore at her doctors, threatened the nurses and seemed to come close to breaking down into tears on several occasions, Theresa finally gave one last painful push. There was a rush of activity at the foot of the bed as Theresa felt an overwhelming flood of relief. Sandro’s eyes remained glued to her face, bright and feverish above the surgical mask they had forced him to wear. He dragged down the mask and leaned down toward her, until his mouth was so close to her ear she could feel his hot and moist breath fanning over her overheated skin.
“You’re amazing, cara mia. So incredible…” she jerked her head away from his mouth and turned her face to stare at him in bewilderment, rocked by the emotion she heard in his voice. But his attention was now on the doctor and the squalling, naked and tiny bundle the man held cradled in his gentle and capable hands.
“Here’s the little lady who’s been causing all that fuss and bother,” the man was saying jovially. “Congratulations Mr and Mrs De Lucci you have a beautiful and perfectly healthy baby girl.”
Theresa’s breath hitched in her chest at the man’s words and her eyes remained glued to Sandro’s face. But instead of the rapidly concealed disappointment she would have expected to see, she witnessed something she would never have believed if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes... she watched her husband fall hopelessly and helplessly head over heels in love with the outraged bundle of femininity the doctor placed onto Theresa’s chest.
Theresa was overwhelmed as she stared down at the tiny, wailing infant her chest and not entirely sure what to do with this baby girl who should have been a boy.
“She’s beautiful,” the smitten Sandro crooned, dropping a large hand to the baby’s tiny head and stroking the soft skin and tufts of still-wet hair, gently. “She’s so very beautiful, Theresa.”
“Yes,” she muttered automatically. “I suppose she is.” He frowned down at her, puzzled by her response or lack thereof.
“Theresa... what’s wrong?”
“Your wife is exhausted Mr De Lucci,” the doctor said brusquely. “Give her time to recover and I’m sure she’ll be fawning all over this little beauty in no time at all.”
“Yes. I’m tired,” Theresa said remotely and Sandro’s brow furrowed. He watched as Theresa absently stroked the baby’s down-soft back, without once looking down at the infant and knew that something was terribly wrong.

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Her water finally broke four hours later and she was moved to the delivery room. She and Sandro hadn’t exchanged any further meaningful conversation, he’d just continued to soothe her and coach her through the ever-increasing pain. She didn’t ever say it but she was pretty grateful to have him there. Even though he was as nervous and edgy as a cat in a barrel between contractions, he was a solid rock during them.Four intensely nerve-wracking, sweaty and pain-riddled hours later, during which time Sandro supported her, swore at her doctors, threatened the nurses and seemed to come close to breaking down into tears on several occasions, Theresa finally gave one last painful push. There was a rush of activity at the foot of the bed as Theresa felt an overwhelming flood of relief. Sandro’s eyes remained glued to her face, bright and feverish above the surgical mask they had forced him to wear. He dragged down the mask and leaned down toward her, until his mouth was so close to her ear she could feel his hot and moist breath fanning over her overheated skin.“You’re amazing, cara mia. So incredible…” she jerked her head away from his mouth and turned her face to stare at him in bewilderment, rocked by the emotion she heard in his voice. But his attention was now on the doctor and the squalling, naked and tiny bundle the man held cradled in his gentle and capable hands.“Here’s the little lady who’s been causing all that fuss and bother,” the man was saying jovially. “Congratulations Mr and Mrs De Lucci you have a beautiful and perfectly healthy baby girl.”Theresa’s breath hitched in her chest at the man’s words and her eyes remained glued to Sandro’s face. But instead of the rapidly concealed disappointment she would have expected to see, she witnessed something she would never have believed if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes... she watched her husband fall hopelessly and helplessly head over heels in love with the outraged bundle of femininity the doctor placed onto Theresa’s chest.Theresa was overwhelmed as she stared down at the tiny, wailing infant her chest and not entirely sure what to do with this baby girl who should have been a boy.“She’s beautiful,” the smitten Sandro crooned, dropping a large hand to the baby’s tiny head and stroking the soft skin and tufts of still-wet hair, gently. “She’s so very beautiful, Theresa.”“Yes,” she muttered automatically. “I suppose she is.” He frowned down at her, puzzled by her response or lack thereof.“Theresa... what’s wrong?”“Your wife is exhausted Mr De Lucci,” the doctor said brusquely. “Give her time to recover and I’m sure she’ll be fawning all over this little beauty in no time at all.”"Ya. Aku lelah,"Theresa berkata jarak jauh dan Sandro's alis berkerut. Ia menyaksikan Theresa sambil lalu membelai bayi turun-lembut kembali, tanpa pernah melihat ke bawah pada bayi dan tahu bahwa sesuatu yang tidak beres.