1023 - TOW Ross Hurts His Back
At 3:00 in the morning, eight-month-pregnant Rachel woke in her sleep to a tightening in her lower back. She groaned and tapped Ross on the shoulder. Ross woke up slowly and looked at Rachel.
Ross: Hmm? Do you need food?
Rachel: No. I need you to get me to the hospital.
Ross: What?!
Rachel: Get me to the hospital, Ross. I just felt pain.
Ross: Oh . . .okay. I'm up.
Ross jumped out of bed and started running around the room. He pulled his pants on one leg and jumped around trying to get his other leg into the other pant leg.
Rachel got out of bed slowly and picked up her bag that was beside the bedroom door. She walked out into the hall and down to Hannah's bedroom. Her twenty-six-month old girl was sleeping as she started getting her ready.
Rachel: Come on sweetie. Mommy has to get to the doctor.
After the baby was ready, Ross came into the room and Rachel handed her to him. She walked down the hall and knocked on Katie's door.
Rachel: Katie?
After a few moments, five-month-pregnant Katie opened the door and looked at Rachel.
Katie: What is it?
Rachel: I need to go to the hospital.
Katie: I'll be ready in a second.
Katie disappeared into her room again and reappeared a minute later.
Katie: Ready.
Ross, Rachel, Katie, and Hannah left the apartment and Rachel went to Chandler and Monica's door. Ross went to Joey and Phoebe's. They knocked loudly on the doors.
Monica opened the door to her apartment and Joey opened the door to his.
Joey: What's going on?
Monica: Oh my God! Is it time?
Rachel: I don't know. Just get ready.
*~*
Fifteen minutes later, Ross, Rachel, Katie, Hannah, Monica, Chandler, fourteen-month olds Ally and Alex, Joey, Phoebe, and five-month-old Draven entered the ER.
Everybody sat down as Ross took Rachel up to the nurse's station. Phoebe sat with Draven's stroller in front of her. Hannah was sitting on her lap. Monica had Ally and Alex in the twin stroller. All the kids were sleeping and the older people were awake and nervous.
Katie: Do you think everything is okay?
Monica: I'm sure it is. She's eight-months-pregnant with triplets. Anything can happen.
Chandler: Anyone up for some coffee?
Chandler got up and everybody stayed sitting.
Chandler: Well . . .?
Joey: Oh, we thought you were going to get it.
Chandler: It's three in the morning! Everyone is so lazy!
Monica stood up.
Monica: I'll go with you.
Phoebe handed Monica a piece of paper to take down orders with.
*~*
Rachel was in the labor and delivery room, being monitored by the doctors and nurses on-call. Ross was standing nearby, looking at his watch.
Ross: What is taking the doctor so long?
Rachel: She was probably sleeping.
Dr. Jones hurried into the room.
Dr. Jones: Good morning. How are we all today?
Rachel: You tell us.
Dr. Jones smiled and began to examine Rachel.
Dr. Jones: Well, you're only dilated a centimeter, and you're not even in labor. It's just a false alarm.
Rachel: Oh, thank God . . .it's too early.
Dr. Jones: But, I want you to be very, very careful. I don't want you lifting anything or eating anything that could make you sick. Especially spicy foods. I want no physical activity of any kind until the ninth month, when it's safe to have them. But we want to keep them in there as long as possible.
Ross: I'm putting you on bed rest.
Rachel: You're not the doctor!
Dr. Jones: Actually, I'm putting you on bed rest.
Rachel: Damn!
Dr. Jones: We're going to monitor you for a few more hours and then you can go home.
Rachel: Is there any way I can live here for a month?
Dr. Jones: Sorry . . .
Dr. Jones left the room and Ross and Rachel sighed in relief. It was going to be a very long month.
*~*
That same day at about noon, Ross, Rachel, Monica, and Katie were sitting around. Katie had little Alex on her lap, Monica was holding Ally, and Ross was holding Hannah.
Katie: So, you have like a month to go. Doesn't that suck?
Rachel: Well . . .if you put it that way, yeah, it sucks.
Katie: I've got four more months and I'm not really excited about it. I can't wait to see the baby. I regret all of this though. I wish that I hadn't have gotten pregnant, but I'm dealing with it.
Rachel: That's really mature of you. Who was the father?
Katie: My ex-boyfriend. He's fifteen. He's really immature and stupid.
Monica: Well, you'll find a lot of guys like that.
Katie: I know. I hope my baby is like my little brother and sister. They're good babies.
Monica: Yeah, they are. It runs in the family.
Katie: Good.
Rachel: Ow!
Ross: What?!
Rachel: I burned my finger on the teacup.
Ross: Oh . . . be careful honey.
Rachel: I better go start my bed rest.
Ross: I'll help you.
Rachel: I think I can make it up to the apartment.
Ross: You really shouldn't be walking up the stairs.
Rachel: What, are you going to carry me?
Ross: Yes.
Rachel started laughing.
Rachel: Good luck! Honey, I really don't want you to hurt your back.
Ross: I'll be fine, Rachel.
Rachel: Okay . . .
*~*
Rachel was lying in bed and Ross was sitting there as she pressed as ice pack to his back.
Rachel: Does that feel better?
Ross: Yeah. Thanks honey.
Rachel: You're welcome. I told you so.
Ross: You had to say that?
Rachel: Yeah.
Ross laughed and laid back on the bed.
Ross: God, I can't believe I carried you up five flights of stairs.
Rachel laughed and touched Ross' hand.
Rachel: Thanks.
Ross: You're welcome.
Rachel: No, really. Thanks for caring so much about me and about our baby boys. What would we do without you?
Ross: I don't know, but I don't know what I'd do without all of you and our little girl.
Rachel: Well, just one more month. Hey, do you know what sounds good?
Ross: What's that?
Rachel: A nice juicy tomato.
Ross: Okay, I'll get that for you.
Ross tried to get up but failed miserably.
Ross: Well, if I can ever get up again.
Rachel giggled and watched her husband get up slowly and walk out of the room. She was so grateful to have the best husband in the world.
COMING SOON - THE FINALE OF SEASON TEN!
At 3:00 in the morning, eight-month-pregnant Rachel woke in her sleep to a tightening in her lower back. She groaned and tapped Ross on the shoulder. Ross woke up slowly and looked at Rachel.
Ross: Hmm? Do you need food?
Rachel: No. I need you to get me to the hospital.
Ross: What?!
Rachel: Get me to the hospital, Ross. I just felt pain.
Ross: Oh . . .okay. I'm up.
Ross jumped out of bed and started running around the room. He pulled his pants on one leg and jumped around trying to get his other leg into the other pant leg.
Rachel got out of bed slowly and picked up her bag that was beside the bedroom door. She walked out into the hall and down to Hannah's bedroom. Her twenty-six-month old girl was sleeping as she started getting her ready.
Rachel: Come on sweetie. Mommy has to get to the doctor.
After the baby was ready, Ross came into the room and Rachel handed her to him. She walked down the hall and knocked on Katie's door.
Rachel: Katie?
After a few moments, five-month-pregnant Katie opened the door and looked at Rachel.
Katie: What is it?
Rachel: I need to go to the hospital.
Katie: I'll be ready in a second.
Katie disappeared into her room again and reappeared a minute later.
Katie: Ready.
Ross, Rachel, Katie, and Hannah left the apartment and Rachel went to Chandler and Monica's door. Ross went to Joey and Phoebe's. They knocked loudly on the doors.
Monica opened the door to her apartment and Joey opened the door to his.
Joey: What's going on?
Monica: Oh my God! Is it time?
Rachel: I don't know. Just get ready.
*~*
Fifteen minutes later, Ross, Rachel, Katie, Hannah, Monica, Chandler, fourteen-month olds Ally and Alex, Joey, Phoebe, and five-month-old Draven entered the ER.
Everybody sat down as Ross took Rachel up to the nurse's station. Phoebe sat with Draven's stroller in front of her. Hannah was sitting on her lap. Monica had Ally and Alex in the twin stroller. All the kids were sleeping and the older people were awake and nervous.
Katie: Do you think everything is okay?
Monica: I'm sure it is. She's eight-months-pregnant with triplets. Anything can happen.
Chandler: Anyone up for some coffee?
Chandler got up and everybody stayed sitting.
Chandler: Well . . .?
Joey: Oh, we thought you were going to get it.
Chandler: It's three in the morning! Everyone is so lazy!
Monica stood up.
Monica: I'll go with you.
Phoebe handed Monica a piece of paper to take down orders with.
*~*
Rachel was in the labor and delivery room, being monitored by the doctors and nurses on-call. Ross was standing nearby, looking at his watch.
Ross: What is taking the doctor so long?
Rachel: She was probably sleeping.
Dr. Jones hurried into the room.
Dr. Jones: Good morning. How are we all today?
Rachel: You tell us.
Dr. Jones smiled and began to examine Rachel.
Dr. Jones: Well, you're only dilated a centimeter, and you're not even in labor. It's just a false alarm.
Rachel: Oh, thank God . . .it's too early.
Dr. Jones: But, I want you to be very, very careful. I don't want you lifting anything or eating anything that could make you sick. Especially spicy foods. I want no physical activity of any kind until the ninth month, when it's safe to have them. But we want to keep them in there as long as possible.
Ross: I'm putting you on bed rest.
Rachel: You're not the doctor!
Dr. Jones: Actually, I'm putting you on bed rest.
Rachel: Damn!
Dr. Jones: We're going to monitor you for a few more hours and then you can go home.
Rachel: Is there any way I can live here for a month?
Dr. Jones: Sorry . . .
Dr. Jones left the room and Ross and Rachel sighed in relief. It was going to be a very long month.
*~*
That same day at about noon, Ross, Rachel, Monica, and Katie were sitting around. Katie had little Alex on her lap, Monica was holding Ally, and Ross was holding Hannah.
Katie: So, you have like a month to go. Doesn't that suck?
Rachel: Well . . .if you put it that way, yeah, it sucks.
Katie: I've got four more months and I'm not really excited about it. I can't wait to see the baby. I regret all of this though. I wish that I hadn't have gotten pregnant, but I'm dealing with it.
Rachel: That's really mature of you. Who was the father?
Katie: My ex-boyfriend. He's fifteen. He's really immature and stupid.
Monica: Well, you'll find a lot of guys like that.
Katie: I know. I hope my baby is like my little brother and sister. They're good babies.
Monica: Yeah, they are. It runs in the family.
Katie: Good.
Rachel: Ow!
Ross: What?!
Rachel: I burned my finger on the teacup.
Ross: Oh . . . be careful honey.
Rachel: I better go start my bed rest.
Ross: I'll help you.
Rachel: I think I can make it up to the apartment.
Ross: You really shouldn't be walking up the stairs.
Rachel: What, are you going to carry me?
Ross: Yes.
Rachel started laughing.
Rachel: Good luck! Honey, I really don't want you to hurt your back.
Ross: I'll be fine, Rachel.
Rachel: Okay . . .
*~*
Rachel was lying in bed and Ross was sitting there as she pressed as ice pack to his back.
Rachel: Does that feel better?
Ross: Yeah. Thanks honey.
Rachel: You're welcome. I told you so.
Ross: You had to say that?
Rachel: Yeah.
Ross laughed and laid back on the bed.
Ross: God, I can't believe I carried you up five flights of stairs.
Rachel laughed and touched Ross' hand.
Rachel: Thanks.
Ross: You're welcome.
Rachel: No, really. Thanks for caring so much about me and about our baby boys. What would we do without you?
Ross: I don't know, but I don't know what I'd do without all of you and our little girl.
Rachel: Well, just one more month. Hey, do you know what sounds good?
Ross: What's that?
Rachel: A nice juicy tomato.
Ross: Okay, I'll get that for you.
Ross tried to get up but failed miserably.
Ross: Well, if I can ever get up again.
Rachel giggled and watched her husband get up slowly and walk out of the room. She was so grateful to have the best husband in the world.
COMING SOON - THE FINALE OF SEASON TEN!