Chapter 2

Miley slowly got out of bed, hitting the alarm off. She took a deep breath in, feeling a sharp pain in her side. She got up and wobbled into the bathroom. Travis sighed, stretching his arms. He slowly got up and made his way down into the kitchen. He pulled a bowl out of the dishwasher and a carton of eggs from the refridgerator.

Miley soon departed from the shower, pulling a shirt and a pair of shorts out of her dresser. She pulled her robe off, slid her undergarments on, and pulled the outfit on. The blue short sleeve shirt with white flowers at the bottom right corner showed her large stomach. She was also wearing white. She slid on a white wedge and pulled her hair out of the towel. She applied a "touch" of makeup, as her hair dried curly. She wobbled into Meredith's room, who was, of course, sleeping late. "Mer, come on. You slept late again."

"What?" She rubbed her eyes, before yawning.

"It's time to get up."

"There's something wrong with my alarm."

"No, it's you. I heard it before. She keep turning it off in your sleep." Miley pulled the covers off of her daughter, causing her to get up.

"Yes, last final today! Finally."

"Yeah, well you might want to get in the shower, before you miss it."Miley laughed, before heading downstairs. She kissed her husband good morning, pulling out a tea bag. "What time do you get out today?"

"One today and eleven all week. Except for Tuesday, the eigth graders have their picnic and then the graduation is Friday, but I still get out at eleven, because that's at night. Are you sending Izzie in today?"

"I don't want to, but it's a final. I don't think she can miss it. I'm going to call the principal." She grabbed the phone, walking into the bathroom for privacy.

Travis turned his head to the approaching footsteps. "Good morning, Izzie,"

"Morning, Daddy." She smiled, pouring a glass of water. "Where's Mom?"

"She's making a phone call." He replied. "Do you need something?"

"No."

"I'm making breakfast." He said, sliding plates onto the table.

"I'm not really that hungry."

"Why? Is everything alright?" Travis turned around again, to face his daughter.

"Yeah, I'm just...nervous."

"You sure?"

"Daddy, I'm scared. What if...what if he does something today?" Izzie let a tear slip from her eye as her Father made his way over to her.

"Shh, Mom's calling the principal. We're going to see if you can miss the final or something like that."

"I don't want to miss it though, I've been studying so hard for it." She wiped her tears away, just before Miley returned.

"Hey, you alright?" Miley asked, resting her hand on her daughter's shoulder. "I told the principal what's been going on and she told me he's not going to be there today, because he took his last final yesterday, because him and his family left for vacation late last night. And I'm calling the police and a pyschiatrist. What time do you get out of your test?"

"Eleven thirty. Meredith gets out at one."

"Oh I'll pick you up, you can come to the doctor with me and then we'll go out to lunch and then after maybe go shopping." She laughed at the last part, looking over at her husband.

"Of course. What's a day without shopping?" He smirked, sliding the eggs into each plate.

"Hey, I need stuff for the baby and it's makes us happy." Miley laughed, watching a smile develop upon her daughter's lips. She then turned to see Meredith coming down the steps. "Hey, Meredith's actually ready on time."

"Hey, I'm always ready on time."

"Yeah, okay." Miley's sarcasm caused laughter to fill the room.

"It's time to go." Izzie reminded, glancing at the clock on the wall.

"Okay, bye girls. Meredith, I'm going to pick Izzie up, so you can take the car home."

"Kay, bye." Meredith grabbed her car keys, sliding on her flip flops. The two girls left and a half hour later, so did Travis. Miley's sharp pain returned and she decided to sit down. She turned the TV on, flipping through the channels. She took a deep breath, trying to relieve the pain. It subsided about twenty minutes later and she resumed to her normal schedual. She cleaned the kitchen, did some laundry, and did her "Prenatal Yoga" DVD. She then headed out to go food shopping. She grabbed a shopping cart and entered the store, her wedges clicking throughout the place. She got the usual stares, but by now people got used to the fact that a celebrity was walking around town. She paused in the middle of the aisle, feeling the pain return.

"Ma'am, are you alright?" A worker questioned. Miley reconized him. He normally would help her with things, especially lately when she wasn't able to reach things or bend down, due to her pregnancy.

"I don't know." She responded, clenching her stomach.

"Here, sit down." He pulled the step stool over to her, helping her sit. "Do you need me to call an ambulance."

"No, I think it's passing." She took a deep breath in, feeling a wave of nausea.

"Are you sure? You're not in labor are you?"

"No, it's different pain. I should be fine."

"Maybe you should go to the doctor."

"I have an appointment in a little while. Oh crap, I have to pick up my daughter. Thanks so much." She smiled, slowly standing up. She grabbed the box of pasta, before making her way over to the register. She glanced through all the items, making sure she didn't forget anything. She quickly paid and drove to pick up Izzie. "Hey, how was the last day?"

"Good, the final was easy and I'm so glad it's over with." Izzie smiled, sliding into the seat beside her Mother.

"You're done for the summer and next year is your last year of high school."

"Yup." She nodded, leaning her head against the back of the seat. The rest of the car ride was quiet, with the exception of the radio. Miley pulled into the parking lot, gradually getting out of the car. Izzie laughed at her Mother.

"Um, you try getting out of the car in the hot sun, while being eight months pregnant and weigh 180 pounds."

"Sorry, it's just funny." Izzie laughed, leading the way into the doctors office. There were only two other women in there-one looked as if she was ready to pop and the other only had a small baby bump. Miley checked in and it was a short two minutes before she was taken.

"Hello, how are you?" Emma smiled, walking into the room.

"Good, you?"

"Good and who's this with us today?"

"This is my daughter, Izzie."

"Oh my goodness. Nice to meet you, I delivered you sixteen years ago. I feel old now." She laughed, shaking Izzie's hand.

"Nice to meet you too."

"You're beautiful. You look just like your Mother."

"Thank you." Izzie smiled, watching her Mother wobble over to the scale.

"Yeah, my husband couldn't come today and the other one had a later final, so we decided to have a spend some time." Miley explained, stepping onto the scale. Emma moved the bars until it finally settled. "Oh my god, 186. I gained even more."

"How have you been feeling lately?"

"Um, I've been a lot more nauseous lately and I keep getting this sharp pain in my abdomen."

"Oo, that's not good. Let's take a look." She headed toward the sonogram as Miley laid down on the examining table. Emma spread a lotion across Miley's round stomach, before taking a look at the sonogram. "Um..I'm going to run a few tests."

And after the tests were run and they finished the exam, Miley and Izzie were headed off to lunch, Miley anxiously waiting for the doctor to call. Miley quickly opened her phone when it did finally ring. "Hello?

"Hi, we have your test results back."

"Is everything alright?" Miley asked nervously, looking up at Izzie.

"Well...all the testing came back and we've diagnosed you with Oligohydramnios or low amniotic fluids."

Miley dropped her fork, letting it cling against the plate. "What...what do we do? Is the baby in danger?"

"Well this condition usually comes with other you're blood pressure just hit the point where it's considered Preeclampsia. And with both of these conditions the risks are compression of fetal organs resulting in birth defects, increased chance of stillbirth, Intrauterine Growth Restriction, preterm birth labor complications such as cord compression, meconium stained fluid and c-section."

"How do we treat it? Do we have to have...an...an emergency delievery." The words that just slipped from Miley's mouth caused Izzie to become nervous.

"Well, we might have to, but not yet. I'm going to need you to come in about three times a week so we can monitor you. We're going to prescribe you medication, in fact I'll call your pharmacy so you don't have to come back. But due to this, you could go into premature labor."

"Does the baby...have any problems?"

"Well not that I've seen. But it could be possible that the baby could be born with Autism, Down Syndrome, or other severe metal problems, but then again it could be born perfectly healthy. Since this happened in you third trimester, it's not as bad. but it is very uncommon. Only about eight percent of pregnant woman develop it."

"Is there anything I should do?"

"Well I faxed a list of things to do and not to do to the pharamacy. You're now considered a high risk pregnancy and that means there's a load of things you can't do. So when you pcik of the medication, make sure you get that list too. But other that, that's it. Do you want to make another appointment?"

"I'll call when I get home. I have to check my calendar. Thanks."

"Just doing my job. If you have any questions, feel free to ask."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye."

Miley shut her phone closed, sliding it into her bag. She pushed her dark curls behind her ears, looking at the check. "Mom, is everything alright?"

"I have low amniotic fluids and the baby could be born with metal problems and there's a whole bunch of complications and..." Her voice trailed off, tears filling her eyes.

"What's low amiotiock (way she says it) fluids?"

"It's the fluid that's a part of the baby's life support." She let a single tear escape, but she quickly wiped it away.

"I bet if you stay strong, everything will be okay."

"I thought everything was going great with this pregnancy, but apparantly not."

"Come on, let's go shopping." Izzie suggested, but her Mother shook her head. Izzie slipped her wallet out, leaving the money on the table. "Come on, I'm forcing you." Izzie grabbed her Mom's hand, pulling her up.

"Iz..." Miley whined, wobbling after her.

"Come on, you know you want to." She laughed, sliding in the drivers' seat. "I'll drive."

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