INT. HOSPITAL WAITING ROOM - MORNING
Mid October, 1974
It is 4:00am and Stuart and David pace the maternity ward
I'm so glad you let us stay with
you for the last week, Stuart.
It's lucky that you live only a
block from the hospital.
Are you kidding? We absolutely
love having you! Joanie has gotten
so emotionaly close to Emily since
we moved to Ottawa. I think it may
be a twin thing. Their bond
transcends the miles.
I know. Joanie was in our room
yelling for me to wake up just as
Emily went into labour. Emily was
just waking up herself when her
water broke. Sometimes I think
that Joanie is experiencing this
difficult pregnancy too.
Joanie joins the two men.
I called mom and dad, David.
They're going over to tell your
parents. Your dad has been so sick
since our wedding, that they'll
probably stay at home. I'll call
them when there's any news.
A doctor joins the group. He looks worried.
Mr. Larson, may I speak to you
Of course, doctor. Joanie, Stuart,
I'll let you know what's going on
as soon as I know.
The doctor leads David to a small private doctor's lounge.
As you know, your wife is a week
overdue. The baby is very big, and
Mrs. Larson's birth canal is very
small. We were going to do a
caesarean section in two days'
David is worried, exasperated, losing patience.
I know all that, we went through
this two days ago. Just cut to the
chase. What is going on with my
wife and baby?
I'm getting to that. The baby's
feet are where it's head should
be. It's called a breach birth.
When Mrs. Larson went into labour,
the baby got stuck. We're doing a
caesarean section now, but there
has been some other serious
David sits on a couch, his head in his hands. He's fighting
What kind of complications?
The umbilical cord is wrapped
around the baby's neck, it's in
distress. Your wife is
hemorrhaging and we're trying to
get it under control. I need a
decision from you, Mr. Larson.
There is a good chance that we
might be able to save one of them.
You must choose. Your wife, or
your baby? I know this is a
dreadful thing to ask, but I must
know now. There isn't much time.
David sits on the couch, tears streaming down his face.
I don't know, how can I.. I've
loved her all my life... but
our child, our son or daughter,
how can I...