This baby suddenly stopped breathing, and a cop tried his best to revive her. When he couldn’t get the baby to wake up, he did something crazy we’ve never seen.
Nicole’s eyes were wide with terror. She begged Officer Jeremy, “Please, you have to save my son! He’s not breathing!”
Officer Jeremy rushed towards her and gently took Kingston from her arms. He laid the baby on his back and began CPR, pumping his hand steadily on the infant’s chest.
“Come on, little guy, breathe,” Officer Jeremy urged. He glanced up at Nicole, and his heart went out to her. She was crying, her face contorted in anguish. Officer Jeremy knew every second counted. He thought about how long it would take for an ambulance to arrive and get Kingston to the hospital, then he made a decision.
Officer Jeremy scooped up Kingston and dashed toward his patrol car. “I’m going to take him to the hospital myself,” he told Nicole. “It’s faster than waiting for the ambulance.”
Nicole nodded, trusting Officer Jeremy with her son’s life. They sped off towards the hospital, Officer Jeremy’s sirens blaring. He prayed that Kingston would be okay. As for Nicole, she was filled with extreme fear and dread; she didn’t know what she would do if she lost her son.
Nicole Crowl, a young Black woman, had been through a difficult time in her life. She had divorced her husband, Malcolm, just a few months ago. When they first got married, they were deeply in love. Malcolm adored Nicole and dreamed of starting a family with her. He loved children and longed to become a father. They both looked forward to having kids running around their house.
But things took a tragic turn a year after their wedding. Nicole became pregnant with their first child, and they were overjoyed. However, their happiness was short-lived. Two weeks later, Nicole felt a sharp pain in her stomach while resting in bed. She initially thought it was a normal pregnancy symptom, but the pain worsened, and she became scared. She called Malcolm, and he rushed home to find her screaming in pain, surrounded by blood all over the bed. Malcolm immediately took her to the hospital, but the doctor delivered devastating news—they had lost the baby.
Nicole and Malcolm were heartbroken. Nicole couldn’t help but wonder what had gone wrong. After the miscarriage, Malcolm ignored Nicole for days. She was alone in her grief, and it felt like a heavy weight was crushing her. She couldn’t understand why Malcolm was acting this way, so she approached him.
“Malcolm, why are you not talking to me?” Nicole asked, her voice shaking.
Malcolm suddenly turned to her, his face red with anger. “You’re the reason we lost the baby!” he screamed. “You weren’t careful enough!”
Nicole’s eyes widened in shock. “How can you say that?” she asked, her voice rising. “It’s not my fault! I loved our child just as much as you did!”
Malcolm’s face twisted in rage. “You’re just trying to justify your carelessness!” he yelled.
Nicole felt a surge of anger and hurt. “I can’t believe you’re blaming me for this,” she shouted back. “I’m grieving too, just like you!”
The argument ended with both of them going to bed in silence. Nicole felt like she was living with a stranger, and the pain of her loss was now compounded by the pain of her husband’s rejection. A few weeks later, the tension died down, and they fell back into their normal routine. They didn’t speak of that night again, even though something had shifted in their relationship. Malcolm suggested to Nicole that she resign from her job so she wouldn’t have to be stressed. She wasn’t very happy about this suggestion but figured Malcolm was right; she convinced herself that maybe it was for the best.
Three months later, she took a pregnancy test and found out she was pregnant once again. This time, Malcolm didn’t want to take any chances. He did everything he could to ensure Nicole was comfortable and wasn’t going through any form of stress. He pampered her, catered to her every whim, and showered her with love. They both felt hopeful, believing this pregnancy would be different. He didn’t want a repeat of last time.
But fate had other plans. Just four weeks later, Nicole suddenly woke up in agony, clutching her stomach. She screamed for Malcolm, her voice echoing through their home. They rushed to the hospital, praying for a miracle, but the doctor’s words crushed them.
“I’m sorry, you’ve lost the baby,” he said.
Nicole felt like a part of her had been ripped away. She felt like she was walking through a dark tunnel with no end in sight. She couldn’t understand why this was happening to her; she couldn’t comprehend why her body was failing her, why she couldn’t carry a child to term. The thought of starting over, of trying again, felt like an insurmountable task. Malcolm tried to comfort her, but his words felt hollow. They both felt like they were living a never-ending nightmare. They left the hospital with their hearts heavier than ever before.
The couple underwent various tests to find out if there was something wrong with either of them, but the tests always came out in their favor. Each hospital they went to told them nothing was wrong. They didn’t know why the miscarriages were happening. Soon, Malcolm started to get frustrated with Nicole. He would yell at her over little things and sometimes go days without saying a word to her.
Nicole’s heart ached as she saw the change in Malcolm’s eyes. They once shone with love, but now they seemed cold and distant. She longed for the way he used to look at her, but it seemed like a distant memory. She cried herself to sleep, feeling like she was losing everything. She wondered if Malcolm still loved her. She felt like she was clinging to a thread, hoping it wouldn’t break. She desperately wanted a child, thinking it would save her marriage. She believed the child would bring them back together.
Two years slowly went by, and Nicole fell pregnant again. This time, Malcolm didn’t even bother to show any form of excitement or hope. Nicole’s heart broke when her husband told her there wasn’t any point in putting hope in the third pregnancy. Maybe she was just not destined to have children.
That night, Nicole couldn’t sleep. She turned restlessly in bed, unable to stop thinking about what Malcolm had said. Silent tears fell from her eyes as she lay there feeling worthless. She held her stomach and silently begged for this child to survive.
“If you can hear me, little one, I need you to stay. Please stay for Mommy. I need you to prove Daddy wrong. I know you can do this. I trust you,” Nicole cried.
Unfortunately, she lost the baby. When she was in the deepest pit of despair, Malcolm’s only words to her were, “I told you so.” Then he stared at her blankly and walked away. Nicole felt like she had failed again. Malcolm’s reaction made her feel like she was to blame. She wished he would comfort her, but he just didn’t care. Nicole wished things could be different, but it seemed like they never would be.
After the third miscarriage, Nicole was in a terrible state of mind—depressed and miserable, with no one to help her through the hard times. Malcolm was constantly away from home, sometimes coming back drunk and smelling of female perfume. She didn’t even have the strength to question him anymore, so they lived in silence and pain.
One evening, a few months later, Nicole came home from work to find Malcolm sitting in the living room. This was unusual because he was never home at that time of day. She felt a sense of surprise and confusion as she walked into the room. Malcolm looked up at her, but his eyes were empty and cold. Nicole could tell something was wrong. He told her to sit down—they needed to talk about something important. His tone made Nicole feel uneasy. She sat down anyway and waited for him to speak.
Her feeling of dread was proven true when she heard what Malcolm had to say. He brought out an envelope she hadn’t noticed before and took out a piece of paper, laying it before her. When she picked it up, she was perplexed to see that it was divorce papers.
Malcolm told her he couldn’t continue the marriage anymore. The miscarriages had brought him despair and misery, and every time he looked at her, he was reminded of his failure and loss. He had fallen out of love with her, so there was no need to stay together—it just made both of them even more miserable.
Nicole could hear the loud pounding of her heartbeat in her ears. Tears fell from her eyes as she simply stared at the papers. She had searched for answers in various places, visiting multiple doctors for solutions but finding none. Nicole had also almost lost hope in having a child, but the thought of losing her marriage as well made her quiver with fear.
Nicole begged Malcolm to stay, but he refused to listen. His face was cold and hard, devoid of any love or compassion. Suddenly, his expression changed from indifference to rage. He slammed his fist on the table and yelled at Nicole.
“Why are you begging me? You’re useless! You can’t even give me a child!” he sneered at her. “What’s wrong with you? Are you even a woman?”
His words cut deep, and Nicole felt a stab of pain. Malcolm’s anger boiled over, and he threatened to make her life hell if she didn’t sign the divorce papers. His eyes blazed with fury, and his voice was like a knife, cutting her down.
Nicole had no choice. She couldn’t afford a prolonged divorce case, especially against a powerful man like Malcolm. It would only bring more pain and shame to herself and her family. With trembling hands, she picked up the pen and signed the papers.
During the finalization of the
divorce process, Nicole moved out of Malcolm’s house and went to live with her sister, Lola. Throughout this period, she remained in a depressed state, though her sister tried to cheer her up by taking her out and spending time with her. Nicole remained miserable and didn’t seem to be getting better.
A few weeks later, Nicole noticed that she was experiencing pregnancy symptoms. She didn’t believe she was pregnant until her sister encouraged her to take a test just to be sure. It came out positive—Nicole was pregnant again. She felt the pain of losing the past three children rushing back when she saw the results of the test. She couldn’t handle any more loss in her life.
One night, she sat on the floor of her room and wept, caressing her stomach. She cried for the children she had lost in the past, her marriage which had come to an end, and the love she had experienced with Malcolm but no longer had. She didn’t have any hope left in her; she felt defeated and just accepted that this pregnancy was going to be like the others.
But months passed, and Nicole’s belly grew bigger. She experienced normal pregnancy symptoms. More so, Lola had finally convinced her to get up and find something for herself. She managed to start up a small business that picked up after a few months. She was able to earn enough to provide for herself and the baby. She couldn’t believe that a child was growing in her stomach.
At first, she was skeptical about telling Malcolm about the baby, but she decided he deserved to know—it was his child, after all. When she called Malcolm one day to tell him of the pregnancy, his only response was that he didn’t want to be involved with her anymore. He had moved on and was planning on getting married to someone else who could provide children for him. He completely blocked her out of his life, leaving Nicole on her own. He even told her that she might even be lying about the pregnancy just so he would come back to her.
“That’s never going to happen. You disgust me,” he barked and ended the call.
His response didn’t make Nicole sad or angry. She found herself realizing that Malcolm just wanted someone who could produce babies for him. She felt oddly relieved that they were divorced. She understood then that she was happier outside the marriage, and maybe that was why her baby seemed to be faring better too.
Nicole went on with her life. She and her sister prepared for the arrival of the baby. Nicole sometimes feared that she would wake up one day and the baby would be gone, but every day passed, and her belly grew bigger—an indication that things would be different this time. And surely, it was.
Nicole soon reached the ninth month, and one beautiful summer evening, her water broke. When the baby was finally born, Nicole was filled with so much joy she thought her heart would burst. She couldn’t stop crying and looking at her child’s face. It was a boy, and he looked like her. He took her dark skin, brown eyes, as well as her curly hair. She named the baby Kingston, considering him the best thing that had happened to her. Finally having a child of her own, even though she had no husband to share the joy with, she looked at the baby’s handsome face and vowed to always protect him.
She never left Kingston unattended, ensuring either she or Lola was always with him. Three months later, Nicole was at home with Kingston on a hot afternoon. Nicole decided to take him for a drive to get some air. She packed his food and clothes in a bag, making sure she didn’t forget anything. Kingston kicked and laughed as she placed him in the car seat and securely strapped him in with the belts. Nicole smiled at her little boy’s antics. Then she got into the driver’s seat, and they set off. The day was bright enough, and Nicole thought about taking Kingston to the park since he hadn’t been there yet. She decided to head to the park. The cool breeze and Kingston’s laughter eased Nicole’s tension, momentarily lost in her thoughts.
Then she snapped back to reality and noticed Kingston was quiet. She assumed he had fallen asleep, but when she looked back with a smile, she realized immediately that something was wrong. Kingston wasn’t breathing. Her eyes widened with panic as she quickly found a place to park by the road. She rushed to Kingston’s side and saw his still body, confirming he wasn’t breathing.
Spotting a police officer across the highway, she yelled and waved frantically to get his attention. When Officer Jeremy spotted the woman trying to get his attention, he noticed the panicked look on her face and immediately went to meet her. That’s when Officer Jeremy decided to drive the baby in his own car, as he knew time was of the essence. Once they got into the car, he drove off immediately, crossing the speed limit with the siren blaring. Nicole held Kingston in her arms, trembling with fear, tears helplessly streaming down her cheeks. Seeing Kingston in distress reminded her of the pain of her past miscarriages. She realized she wouldn’t be able to live if she lost him.
Officer Jeremy drove like a madman to the hospital, and Kingston was rushed into the emergency room as soon as they arrived. A nurse stopped Nicole from following them and instructed her to wait outside. Officer Jeremy held her back, reassuring her to sit down and let the doctors do their work. Both of them sat in the waiting room, anxious and tense. Nicole suddenly remembered she hadn’t thanked the officer. She turned to him and expressed her gratitude for his quick thinking, shaking his hands earnestly.
“I can’t even imagine what would have happened if you hadn’t gotten us to the hospital in time,” she told him with a shudder.
Jeremy comforted her, assuring her that her son would be alright, as the hospital doctors were skilled and prepared. Nicole talked to the kind officer for a while, opening up about her past three lost pregnancies and a failed marriage. She expressed how Kingston was her entire world now, and losing him would devastate her. Jeremy couldn’t help but feel sadness for the woman who looked so vulnerable next to him.
After a tense wait, the doctor finally came out and assured them that Kingston would be fine. He had experienced some suffocation but was now stable. However, they needed to keep him for further tests, but he was out of immediate danger. Nicole and Officer Jeremy breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the doctor.
Three days later, Kingston was finally allowed to go home with his mother. Officer Jeremy offered to drive them home, having visited every day during Kingston’s hospital stay to ensure Nicole was coping. Over this time, they had formed a close bond, and Jeremy had grown fond of Kingston. When Kingston turned one year old, Jeremy surprised him with a party organized with Lola’s help—an event that even Nicole didn’t know about. Their friends joined the celebration, making it a joyful day filled with cake, music, and laughter. They sang happy birthday to Kingston, who watched them with curiosity.
Officer Jeremy became a father figure to Kingston, visiting regularly and spending time with them. Life moved on for Nicole, and she had finally found closure after the painful chapter with Malcolm. But then, out of the blue, Malcolm contacted her one night, his voice trembling with desperation. He apologized profusely, begging for a second chance to be a part of their family again, to be a husband to Nicole and a father to Kingston. His new relationship had failed, and he realized too late that he had made a grave mistake by leaving Nicole. He pleaded with her, his words dripping with regret and longing.
But his pleas fell on deaf ears. Nicole had already taken legal steps to secure full custody of Kingston, ensuring her son’s well-being and safety. With a sense of empowerment and closure, she refused Malcolm’s plea, leaving him to face the consequences of his actions. Nicole’s decision was met with a sense of relief and vindication, marking the end of a painful chapter and the beginning of a brighter, more hopeful future.
