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.”

I insist. “Can’t you release

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 need to get you to at least 24 weeks to be viable, but as long as you follow our instructions,

my round belly, knowing he’s right. I’ve been through this with the quads, who were born at 28 weeks, but even that had been a challenge, especially with Paisley’s heart condition. Three preemies

day is Ethan’s

sighing. “Three days Janey. First

likelihood of it happening early enough in the day for us to make the drive and reach Ethan before he

studies me closely. “If you want to go after him, I’ll take you as soon as you’re out.” He promises

his conversation with Nina. “You

wasn’t sure how

not going to

He looks both

Jane, we might not be able to get there in time – to see him before he goes

can’t let him face possible death

guilt when I see the familiar photo of my pups on the lock screen. “Oh the pups.”I clamp my eyes shut, hating that it took me so long to think of

okay, where

playroom, do

“Yes!” I exclaim eagerly.

their faces. Before the doctor can stop them, they climb up

my angels, how are you?” I cry,

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

feeling my belly, all curiosity and relief. “Mommy this is getting ridiculus.” Parker tells me sternly, his

you want to tell the baby?” I inquire, stroking his dark locks. “You know it can hear in my tummy? It already has ears

She’s working very hard to grows you and is not

Riley chimes in, lowering her lips so close to my

to be gentles with Mommy.

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