As calm as I tried to be for Jamie, it was almost impossible for me
to contain myself as I sat in the waiting room, staring at the floor and
trying my hardest not to spaz out and just break down. The minute I saw
Hegbert talking to the doctor, I was out of my seat like a rocket, praying
silently to myself.
Please God. Please. If you give me my Jamie back, even for just a few more days, I will do anything and everything I can to make her happy. Please God. Please.
I approached the doctor, crossing my arms and looking at him, trying my hardest to read his face, to catch a glimpse of something in his eyes. But, like a great doctor, her remained void, continuing to give us fact after fact.
"Jamie's fall wasn't critical. A broken head and a few stitches, but nothing life threatening. The frightening part is what caused her to fall. Her white-blood cell counts are off the chart, and she's dehydrated."
"Dehydrated", I gasped. I thought of all the times that Jamie had refused to rest, refused to have something to drink when she looked tired and thirsty. I immediately began to blame myself, promising myself that when, and if, Jamie got out, that I would do so much better, and be such a better husband.
"Yes, Mr. Carter. Dehydrated. But she's resting now and we've got her hooked up to the IV so she should be fine. She can go home in a couple of days. We should all really just thank God that this fall didn't hurt Jamie, or the twins."
It took me a minute to register what the doctor ad said, and when I had, my jaw dropped to the floor and my stomach hit my knees.
"T-t-twins? As in...as in a baby?"
"Yes, Mr. Carter. Two babies, in fact. I assumed that you knew. Jamie's been pregnant for almost a month now."
"No. I had...I had no idea. Does Jamie know?"
The doctor smiled and nodded.
"She's the one that asked about the babies as soon as we were able to get her awake and talking."
"Can...Can we see her now?"
"Of course. But visiting hours will be over soon, and then I'm going to have to ask you to leave so that Jamie can get her rest and get back home as soon as possible."
"Of course Dr. Raditch. I appreciate it. Thank you."
"Of course Mr. Carter. And just a little advice, just from me to you- if she didn't tell you, I'm sure she has a reason...so just try not to get to upset before you know what that reason is, ok?"
"Yeah. Sure. Thank you Doctor."
And so I said my goodbyes to Hegbert and Dr. Raditch, and headed down the hall to Jamie's room. I thought it rather ironic that, yet again, Jamie was in the exact same hospital room that she was when I had visited her before the wedding. I walked slowly, trying my hardest to figure out what possible reason my wife could have about not telling me about the baby...the babies, in this case. I couldn't come up with a thing. Not a damn thing. And so I set myself up to, for the first time in my married life, have an argument with the woman I loved so much. But after all, there is a first time for everything.
Please God. Please. If you give me my Jamie back, even for just a few more days, I will do anything and everything I can to make her happy. Please God. Please.
I approached the doctor, crossing my arms and looking at him, trying my hardest to read his face, to catch a glimpse of something in his eyes. But, like a great doctor, her remained void, continuing to give us fact after fact.
"Jamie's fall wasn't critical. A broken head and a few stitches, but nothing life threatening. The frightening part is what caused her to fall. Her white-blood cell counts are off the chart, and she's dehydrated."
"Dehydrated", I gasped. I thought of all the times that Jamie had refused to rest, refused to have something to drink when she looked tired and thirsty. I immediately began to blame myself, promising myself that when, and if, Jamie got out, that I would do so much better, and be such a better husband.
"Yes, Mr. Carter. Dehydrated. But she's resting now and we've got her hooked up to the IV so she should be fine. She can go home in a couple of days. We should all really just thank God that this fall didn't hurt Jamie, or the twins."
It took me a minute to register what the doctor ad said, and when I had, my jaw dropped to the floor and my stomach hit my knees.
"T-t-twins? As in...as in a baby?"
"Yes, Mr. Carter. Two babies, in fact. I assumed that you knew. Jamie's been pregnant for almost a month now."
"No. I had...I had no idea. Does Jamie know?"
The doctor smiled and nodded.
"She's the one that asked about the babies as soon as we were able to get her awake and talking."
"Can...Can we see her now?"
"Of course. But visiting hours will be over soon, and then I'm going to have to ask you to leave so that Jamie can get her rest and get back home as soon as possible."
"Of course Dr. Raditch. I appreciate it. Thank you."
"Of course Mr. Carter. And just a little advice, just from me to you- if she didn't tell you, I'm sure she has a reason...so just try not to get to upset before you know what that reason is, ok?"
"Yeah. Sure. Thank you Doctor."
And so I said my goodbyes to Hegbert and Dr. Raditch, and headed down the hall to Jamie's room. I thought it rather ironic that, yet again, Jamie was in the exact same hospital room that she was when I had visited her before the wedding. I walked slowly, trying my hardest to figure out what possible reason my wife could have about not telling me about the baby...the babies, in this case. I couldn't come up with a thing. Not a damn thing. And so I set myself up to, for the first time in my married life, have an argument with the woman I loved so much. But after all, there is a first time for everything.