A/N: Hi! I have a few quick things to address. First off, thanks to those
who like my story and are reviewing! You know I love you all! Secondly, one
reviewer has said that the story is mediocre. I appreciate that, and I
thank you for being so honest. I accept all constructive criticism. But,
before you jump the gun, wait until I post a few more chapters. I'm
throwing in a few curveballs which will hopefully make the plot seem less
recycled. And it is different from A Surprise Guest. In that one, the baby
is a surprise, and in this one, they really want a baby, and it isn't
happening. And, I know Miranda and Ethan is a little cliché, but I wanted
to put them together. So I did. And, you're welcome for putting you on my
favorites list! You are a great fanfic writer, and I love all your stories!
Now, onto the fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own a darn thing.
Baby Blues
Chapter 4: Andrew
"Lizzie. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring it up." Gordo remarked.
"It's ok Gordo. I mean, we need to remember him right? We can't pretend it never happened." She reassured him.
Lizzie's mind flashed back to 2 and a half years earlier. She and Gordo had just celebrated their 4th wedding anniversary. They were so happy. They had good jobs, and a nice house, and to top it all off, they were expecting their first child. Lizzie was 6 months pregnant and beaming. She simply could not wait to have the baby. And Gordo couldn't wait either.
The pregnancy had started out fine. The baby was developing properly, and Lizzie was doing well too. Miranda was especially excited, because she had gotten pregnant one month after Lizzie, and the babies would be the same age. She was also jealous, because while she was already ballooning out, Lizzie wasn't even in maternity clothes yet. They found out that they were having a boy. They had bought baby clothes, and toys, and started his baby book. They even had his name picked out: Andrew David Gordon. Everything was going great. Or so they thought.
Lizzie and Gordo's false perceptions of hope came crumbling down in a matter of hours.
It was a clear Monday morning. Gordo had left for work, and Lizzie was getting ready to do the same. She had gotten an excellent job as a 4th grade teacher, and she loved it. She really enjoyed teaching.
So, Lizzie began her day. Taking attendance, collecting lunch money, checking homework. A run of the mill day. She was eating her lunch in the teachers room, when she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. She ran to the bathroom, and saw that she was bleeding. She called an ambulance and was rushed to the hospital where Gordo met her. Lizzie could remember what happened next as clear as day. She had been given medication to stop the cramping, and the doctor had run some tests. She came in the room, a somber look on her face.
"Mr. and Mrs. McGuire," she acknowledged them.
Gordo jumped up out of the seat he was in. "Is everything alright doctor?"
"Is the baby ok?" asked Lizzie, in a hushed, scared voice.
"I'm afraid I have some unfortunate news." The doctor explained. "Elizabeth, David, the test concur that there is no fetal heartbeat or movement. I'm sorry, but you've lost the baby."
Lizzie started bawling, and Gordo ran to comfort her, tears running down his own face.
"It's nothing that you did wrong, Lizzie." Comforted Gordo.
The doctor chimed in. "He's right. 10% of all pregnancies end in miscarriage."
Lizzie couldn't stop crying. She cried for the next 2 weeks straight. Because the baby was farther along than most miscarriages, they had to perform surgery to remove the fetus from Lizzie's womb. They had a memorial service, and a grave for Andrew. Lizzie kept his baby book, and some of the clothes they had bought. She didn't think she would ever be able to smile again.
But she did. She and Gordo went on with their lives, never forgetting him.
Disclaimer: I don't own a darn thing.
Baby Blues
Chapter 4: Andrew
"Lizzie. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring it up." Gordo remarked.
"It's ok Gordo. I mean, we need to remember him right? We can't pretend it never happened." She reassured him.
Lizzie's mind flashed back to 2 and a half years earlier. She and Gordo had just celebrated their 4th wedding anniversary. They were so happy. They had good jobs, and a nice house, and to top it all off, they were expecting their first child. Lizzie was 6 months pregnant and beaming. She simply could not wait to have the baby. And Gordo couldn't wait either.
The pregnancy had started out fine. The baby was developing properly, and Lizzie was doing well too. Miranda was especially excited, because she had gotten pregnant one month after Lizzie, and the babies would be the same age. She was also jealous, because while she was already ballooning out, Lizzie wasn't even in maternity clothes yet. They found out that they were having a boy. They had bought baby clothes, and toys, and started his baby book. They even had his name picked out: Andrew David Gordon. Everything was going great. Or so they thought.
Lizzie and Gordo's false perceptions of hope came crumbling down in a matter of hours.
It was a clear Monday morning. Gordo had left for work, and Lizzie was getting ready to do the same. She had gotten an excellent job as a 4th grade teacher, and she loved it. She really enjoyed teaching.
So, Lizzie began her day. Taking attendance, collecting lunch money, checking homework. A run of the mill day. She was eating her lunch in the teachers room, when she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. She ran to the bathroom, and saw that she was bleeding. She called an ambulance and was rushed to the hospital where Gordo met her. Lizzie could remember what happened next as clear as day. She had been given medication to stop the cramping, and the doctor had run some tests. She came in the room, a somber look on her face.
"Mr. and Mrs. McGuire," she acknowledged them.
Gordo jumped up out of the seat he was in. "Is everything alright doctor?"
"Is the baby ok?" asked Lizzie, in a hushed, scared voice.
"I'm afraid I have some unfortunate news." The doctor explained. "Elizabeth, David, the test concur that there is no fetal heartbeat or movement. I'm sorry, but you've lost the baby."
Lizzie started bawling, and Gordo ran to comfort her, tears running down his own face.
"It's nothing that you did wrong, Lizzie." Comforted Gordo.
The doctor chimed in. "He's right. 10% of all pregnancies end in miscarriage."
Lizzie couldn't stop crying. She cried for the next 2 weeks straight. Because the baby was farther along than most miscarriages, they had to perform surgery to remove the fetus from Lizzie's womb. They had a memorial service, and a grave for Andrew. Lizzie kept his baby book, and some of the clothes they had bought. She didn't think she would ever be able to smile again.
But she did. She and Gordo went on with their lives, never forgetting him.