Jane

When I wake, my first thought is of my baby.

I jerk up in bed, clutching my belly. What happened? I think frantically. I try to take stock of my body. I certainly don’t feel like I’ve just given birth. As if my baby can sense my anxiety, a little kick taps the wall of my uterus. “Oh, thank the Goddess.”I breathe, patting the spot. “Hello angel.”

“Jane, you’re awake!” I hadn’t even realized Devon was in the room with me until he spoke.

“Devon!” I exclaim, “What happened?”

“The doctor said it was pre-term labor, but they were able to stop it.” Devon explains, and when he doesn’t say anymore, I suspect that’s all he knows.

It’s not surprising, given what I’ve learned about how strict doctors can be with patient confidentiality.

The words ‘pre-term labor’ send a stab of fear through my body. I’m only five months along, that’s too soon for this baby to be born. “Stop it for how long?” l inquire, even realizing my friend probably doesn’t know.

Thankfully a doctor swoops in at precisely that moment, a chart in hand. “Hello Jane, how are you feeling?”

“Okay,” I answer uncertainly. “Is my baby going to be okay?”

“Yes,” He smiles, “we think your cervix was injured when you delivered your quads, this happens sometimes with babies following multiples. But don’t worry, we’re going to put a stitch in your c3rvix to make sure it’s nice and strong, and we’ll give you a gel to apply daily, plus some progesterone shots. We’re going to do everything possible to keep this pup inside you until at least 37 weeks.”

“Will I have to be on bedrest until then?” I inquire nervously, immediately thinking of my plans to go after Ethan.

“No, once you’re released you can go back to your usual routine, but we are going to keep you here under observation for a while, just to be safe.” The physician explains.

“What, for how long?” I counter, trying to remember if Nina told me precisely how soon Ethan would be having his surgery.

The doctor laughs, “Don’t worry, Jane. It will only be a couple of days, and then you’ll be free to go.”

too long.” I insist. “Can’t you release me

edge of my bed with a patient expression. “Jane, whatever else is going on in your life, it can wait. This baby isn’t ready to be born yet. If you were to deliver now, it would have less than a forty percent chance of survival, and even then it would probably have life-long problems. We

the quads, who were born at 28 weeks, but even that had been a challenge,

day is

sighing. “Three days Janey. First thing on

early enough in the day for us to make the drive and

you want to go after him, I’ll

as I recall his conversation with Nina.

He grins, clearly thinking the same thing. “I wasn’t sure how much you

everything. I confim. “And I’m not going to let that bitch get

the expression bittersweet. He looks

get there in time – to see him before he goes

him.” I decide, determined to do whatever it takes in order to reach him in time. I can’t let him face possible death without

my bedside table, and I eagerly reach for it, feeling a stab of guilt when I see the familiar photo of

okay,

playroom, do you

“Yes!” I exclaim eagerly.

Before the doctor can stop them, they climb up onto

are you?” I cry, wrapping them

to object, but I bare my teeth at him. No one keeps me from

me in kisses and feeling my belly, all curiosity and relief. “Mommy this is getting ridiculus.” Parker tells me sternly, his small hands framing either side of my stomach. “If this new baby is gonna keep

I inquire, stroking his dark locks. “You know it can hear in my tummy? It already has

She’s working very

her lips so close to my

have to be gentles with Mommy. Daddy

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