A uncomplete sad story

One day in the middle of winter when the snow was thick on the ground, in a small cottage
a father was pacing by the phone. When the phone rings he jumps as worry and fear take a
hold over him, he picks up the phone and the voice on the other end tells him his wife
who had been in labour most of the day had finally given birth to a baby girl and that he
could finally go and see them. He put the phone down hurriedly, grabbed his coat and ran
out the door, little did he know that the person who was talking to him on the phone had
not finished his news to the new father. The little baby girl had been born, but during the
birth the mother would not stop bleeding, she was dying.