I am with my mother when she has her fourth child via C-Section.  My father follows the baby, watching as they clean her.  I stay by my mother's side, my entire body silently screaming as i watch her hearbeat slow on the monitor.  "It's hard to breathe," she tells me and the anaesthesiologist.  He injects a drug into her IV, but nothing happens.  I cannot breathe.  I feel as if I am going to be sick or pass out.  My mother is about to die, right in front of me. My life as i know it is over.

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He gives her the medication again, and this time her heartrate comes back up.  I start to breathe again, but i have to remind myself to do it.  I've never been more scared in my entire life.