In his absence, Julia simply closed her eyes and focused on her breathing—that is, until she was lying in the obstetric operating room and Dr. Rubio began touching the area that had been prepped for incision.
“I can feel that,” said Julia, clearly alarmed.
“Does it feel like pressure?”
“No. I can feel you pinching the skin.”
Gabriel sat at Julia’s side, above the screen that blocked her lower body from his view.
“Are you hurt?”
“No,” she said, sounding panicked. “But I can still feel pain. I’m afraid that I’ll feel the incision.”
Dr. Rubio repeated her test, pinching and twisting at Julia’s skin, and Julia insisted with increasing anxiety that she could feel every pinch.
“We have to put her out,” announced the anesthesiologist, moving swiftly to prepare a general anesthetic.
“It’s hard on the baby. Give her something else,” Dr. Rubio objected.
“I can’t give her any more. She’s had an epidural and a top-up. I’m putting her out.”
Julia looked up into the kind eyes of the anesthesiologist.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
The anesthesiologist patted her shoulder. “Honey, you don’t need to be sorry. I do this all the time. Just try to relax.”
Gabriel began asking questions as the surgical team buzzed around him.
Julia squeezed his hand as if willing him not to lose his temper. She needed him to be calm. She needed him to watch over her while she slept.
She barely noticed what the doctors were doing, or the anesthesiologist’s instructions. The last thing she heard before she drifted into the darkness was Gabriel’s voice in her ear, assuring her that he would be with her until she woke up.