No cry

"One more!", The doctor told me.
I tried to muffle my sobs. "I cant.", I thought. I can't do this. The epidural was available anymore. There was so much pressure and pain stretched through my body. Tears came down and I pushed one last time.
"It's a boy."
I let a smile come and a slight giggle of relief travel through my lips. But there was no cry. I tried to sit up. The nurse to my right told me to lay down.
"Where's my baby?" No one answered me. "Why can't I hear him? Where's my baby?" Silence. I yelled it a second time and the same nurse asked me to calm down.
Nurses and the doctor in their blue work clothes surrounded a table. Through a crack between two of them I saw him, my baby. He had dark hair just like his dad's. His skin was an olive color like my grandfather's. But he didn't move. There was no rise and fall of his chest.

"Ma'am-I- I'm sorry..."