New baby fic time! This chapter is in Carla's P.O.V. but all other chapters will be from a writers point of view. There are a few other fics like this but I liked the idea of writing something along these lines. Hope you enjoy!
Carla is in Devon and has little contact with her family when she finds out she's pregnant! It's a huge shock initially, but getting hold of Nick is a priority for Carla. But when she can't get hold of him, what will happen?
Carla's P.O.V.
After me and Nick were finished, I had gone to Devon as planned and set up the restaurant that we were meant to run together. It was lovely, it was by the sea and things were going well. Until one day I collapsed. I was working when it happened and one of my waiters, Samuel had called an ambulance. I was taken to hospital, tests were taken and I found out that I was nearly twenty weeks pregnant. It was a massive shock. I had never thought that I could be, no missed periods, no nausea, little weight gain. I was taken for a scan to check the baby was ok, and thankfully, it was. I decided not to find out the gender, it didn't seem right – not without Nick.
When I came home and decided to call Nick, he needed to know, he would want to know. It was his baby too. It went to voicemail. "Hey Nick, It's Carla. I have something I need to tell you, and it wouldn't feel right doing it over a voicemail, so could you give me a call back? Thanks." I put the phone down and sat on a stool in the kitchen. I looked out of the kitchen window, staring into the reasonably large garden, smiling at the prospect of it being filled with a swing set, footballs and Frisbees scatted around. My smile soon faded when I realised that I had lost Nick. Images of a child, playing alone in the garden suddenly creeped up on me and terrified me. I had grown up feeling so lonely – what if I couldn't cope being a Mum, and Nick didn't want to be involved? The future suddenly looked so uncertain and here I was, sat in a kitchen, pregnant with a child until just yesterday I had no idea existed.
"Twenty-five weeks today." I told myself, sighing as I got up in the morning, placing a soft hand on my now growing bump. The baby had recently started kicking, and it was a comfort to know that it was doing alright. Over the last few weeks, I had gotten more excited at the prospect of becoming a mum and had bought some things online, a cot and pushchair being some of the most important purchases. I just couldn't believe that I could be doing this, getting so hyped up, even though I had no one by my side. Nick hadn't contacted me, and I had completely given up hope. I had hurt him too much, he didn't want to be involved with me, with our baby. I had told my work force a week ago, I could barely hide it now! They were so supportive, which was a bit overwhelming because I had only met them all a few months ago, but it was welcome nonetheless, I had no one else down here. My back was killing me. When the midwives told me that I was pregnant, they had said that the baby might be lying further back, which might be uncomfortable and uncomfortable I was definitely feeling! It wasn't just during the day, but also during the night. I couldn't get comfy and I was having trouble sleeping. I didn't mind through, I was going to be a mum in fifteen weeks. One hundred and five days – that isn't long at all.
Thirty weeks along, the baby was using my back as a springboard. I had started working only three days a week and had still heard nothing from Nick, I was texting him daily. He just didn't want to know I guess. I hurt him too much. In all fairness, I did warn him that I would hurt him in the end and I did. Not that that justifies what I did, I broke his heart. Now I'm paying for that, I'm making my baby pay for that. The thought of my child growing up without a daddy because of my actions almost broke me, so I tried not to think about it too often. Names were constantly running through my head and I think I know the gender. I went to a private 3D scan at 28 weeks and had made sure that they kept the baby's gender a secret, the idea of a surprise at the end kept me going and reminded me that this was all worthwhile and I would have a baby at the end of this. A child. A little girl or boy for me to love and keep safe. A life to protect. I would be a mummy. 'I would certainly know how not to do it.'
Thirty five weeks and it certainly felt like it! My bump was growing larger each day, and my back still hurt a lot. I had given up on Nick, I had more important things to worry about, like my business and my baby. I had told no one back in Weatherfield, it didn't seem right, especially if Nick didn't want to acknowledge that he was going to be a dad. I certainly didn't want the judgement from Johnny or Michelle, I didn't know Kate or Aiden well enough to tell them first and I was doing fine on my own all things considered. I had just left work on maternity leave, promising to keep in close contact with Sara, my second in command, and to be back as soon as I could be, even with a newborn in my arms.
Thirty eight weeks and two days. I knew it was time, the baby had been moving like crazy and the pain in my back had become progressively worse over the last few days. I felt so vulnerable, but I needed to do this for my baby. I needed to go through the tough part to be a mum. If you had told me this time last year that this would be happening, there is no way I would have believed you.
I had read about this part online. I needed to do all I could to move labour along. It was agony, every contraction hurt so much and my back felt terrible. At least it was nearly over. I took baths, I moved around a lot, changing positions, finding a 'comfortable' position. I did that for about twenty hours and was exhausted. My waters broke, but contractions weren't that close together. But eventually, the pain got worse. I phoned the hospital and they said to come in. This was going to be very long and I knew I needed Nick by my side.