Angel's Lullaby
Another Scare with Big News Attached
Disclaimer: I own no one!
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"How does she look?" Trish asked, staring at the sonogram screen. The baby was curled up in a ball, sucking her thumb. "Is she growing too fast?"
"She's at an estimated seven pounds. I want to do a c-section on Friday. You're hitting your thirty-sixth week. The normal weight for a baby at her gestational age is usually just under six pounds. Besides, I think we may have missed gestational diabetes," the doctor said. Trish's eyes widened, her gaze jumping from the doctor to Chris, John and Randy and back to the doctor.
"What do you mean?" she asked, hoping this didn't mean a bad outcome for the baby. The doctor, an associate of her normal obstetrician, sighed.
"Gestational diabetes can cause a big baby. I don't know why you weren't tested for it. You have all the markers. Good health would put you in the low risk category, but with the unexplained stillbirth, you should have been tested," the doctor explained. " I'm sending a nurse in, I want her to test your blood sugar,"
The color drained from Trish's face. She began to shake. What was going on with the baby? Would the little girl be alright? They had come too far to lose her!
"I'm scheduling a fast test for tomorrow morning. That means no food, no water after midnight." the doctor said. "Most of all, I want you to relax."
"Fine," Trish snapped. The doctor left, Chris and Randy following him. John sat beside her. "Leave me alone,"
John shook his head.
"What's wrong?" he asked, reaching out to touch her hand. She jerked back. Then, she began to sob hysterically.
"I put the baby at risk!" she sobbed. John gently touched her hand. "I could have killed her!"
"Gestational diabetes was not your fault. They don't test a certain group of women in the 'low risk' category." John said. Trish dried her eyes with a wadded up tissue.
"I should have figured it out! I've read up on every possible pregnancy complication!" Trish said. The nurse stumbled in with a diabetes testing machine. Not paying attention, Trish handed the woman her hand. "Ow," The nurse had jabbed her index finger with a lancet. "Can you believe she's coming out Friday?"
"No. I don't think Randy's put two and two together with Little Princess being born on his birthday...yet. I bet you five bucks he sticks his head in the door and says 'Isn't Friday my birthday?' That would be TOO funny," John said. Trish laughed.
"How's my blood sugar?" Trish asked. The nurse glanced down at the monitor.
"One-sixty, slightly high, but nothing too serious, I believe. You will have to speak to your doctor," the nurse said, leaving.
"Um, Hon?" Randy stuck his head in the door.
"Yes?" John said, knowing what was coming.
"Isn't Friday my birthday?" he asked. Trish burst out laughing.
"Yes, Dear," John replied. Randy rushed back into the room, and threw his arms around John. "Excited?"
"We're going to be Dads on my birthday!" he exclaimed, joyfully. John nodded, passionately kissing his husband on the lips.
"Get a room! In fact, I'm banishing you both from the hospital for the day. Go out and spend some time with each other," Trish murmured. Randy took John by the hand, bidding good-bye to Trish.
"We have a day to ourselves," Randy commented. "What do you want to do?" John grasped his hand.
"We should just have a day in the city, like we used to. After Friday, it'll be a long time before we have time to ourselves," John suggested. Randy nodded, slipping into the driver's seat of his black pick-up.
"I can't believe Meegan will share my birthday," Randy murmured, pulling into traffic. John sighed.
"I have an early birthday present," he murmured. Randy looked at him.
"Her name is Rhiannon,"
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Okay, here's the story on the next chapter. It deals with the Baby's birth BUT it'll be told in two chapters. One with Randy, and one with John.
JenLea (In a hurry!)
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