Nora sweated and clung to the hospital bed like it was a raft and she had been thrown overboard.
Jerry, her husband, looked down at her. "You okay? Need anything?"
"I'm fine," she managed to choke out.
"It's coming!" a nurse shouted.
Clouds of doctors and nurses gathered around Nora's bed.
-- Thirteen minutes later --
The doctors took the baby, cleaned her, and made sure she was healthy. Then they returned the newborn to Nora. Tears mixed with sweat on her cheeks as she cradled the little girl. Jerry knelt at the bedside and stroked the baby's fragile head.
"Diana," Nora confirmed.
"Diana," Jerry repeated it like it was poetry. "But you do realize her birthday is 1-3-13, right? A little bit unlucky, huh?"
Nora smiled at her unlucky baby. "So far she's the luckiest thing that's happened to me."