A/N – So after a very long hiatus, here is where my wonderful sister Naomi continues this story (yes you read that correctly the same person as Naomi in the story. So does that make me Jess?) If you asked Naomi that would be a resounding yes. In all honesty we are like Jess and Naomi in the story or is that they are like us? Anyway less rambling more chapters to upload, enjoy hopefully, please enjoy you wonderful people. Right I'm going sorry I have a tendency to ramble, oh damn it! Right I'm going, love you all (ok that's creepy so sorry)
When it was time for Jay to leave Naomi began to panic. The hospital staff although being compassionate weren't who she needed at that time. She needed her husband and he wasn't allowed to be there. All she wanted was to go and see her son, Isaac. And the love of her life in the form of this baby that she had protected for the last thirty-six weeks of her pregnancy. The moment Isaac had been born unfortunately Jay had second place in Naomi's heart and that was non negotiable.
Naomi had been in and out of sleep since that afternoon when she'd had her operation. About six that evening she had come out of her stupor to her consultant Mr Simm standing at the end of her bed looking over her charts.
"How long have you been standing there Andy? It's a bit creepy you standing watching a girl sleep."
"Always the joker aren't you?"
"No pink shirt today? I am disappointed."
"Naomi I am so sorry I wasn't in surgery with you. I have been in clinic but I had to come and see you were okay before I left."
"Okay Andy what gives, what is the matter?"
"Okay I have always been honest with you right?"
"Yes, spit it out I can tell something is on your mind"
"I couldn't avoid you having a caesarean. I am sorry. I know it wasn't in your plan. I have a duty of care to you and your baby. And that meant I had to deliver him. I know it wasn't ideal. I tried to find someone that would understand your needs and put you at rest. Judith was the best option. And she was on duty. I've seen your charts, how are you doing? Have they restarted your anti depressants? If not I will write it in your charts now that they are to be restarted immediately. Your son is a beautiful boy. I have to say this Naomi. I am glad I scanned you this morning. If we hadn't scanned you then neither Isaac or you would have survived. It was the worst case of reverse endiastolic flow I've seen in all the years I've been practising medicine. He would have died if we had tried to induce you like the original plan, not only that he would have killed you in childbirth. He would have become stuck and you would have bled out. I'm relieved that you are both safe. How is Isaac?"
"Andy are you telling me that if it wasn't for you both my son and I would have been dead?"
"Yes that's exactly what I'm telling you."
"Oh my God. Thank you for saving my son and I. We literally owe you our lives. It will never go unforgotten for what you have done for the both of us."
"You are very welcome. It was a pleasure to work with you. You were one of my nicest patients. Complicated and humorous but one of the nicest."
"I will also make sure no one forgets what you have done for me but more importantly my baby and I look forward to working with you in the future."
Andy raises and eyebrow and looks confused.
"In the sonography department when I return from maternity leave that is." Naomi clarifies.
"Ah yes of course. I will see you soon. I hope you recover quickly and bounce back as well as I know you will."
Two hours later and Naomi still hadn't heard anything from either the staff on the ward or from neonatal unit so Naomi decided if she hadn't heard anything in the next twenty minutes she was going to take action.
Naomi was pissed off at the highest level she had been in over ten years. For so long she had managed to keep the temper hidden deep within her. If she was honest with herself, she knew that's why the outburst was going to happen. The wrong thing to do by any hospital was attempt to take her son and not explain a single thing to her. She was determined to get up out of her bed and give the ward staff a piece of her mind. Right on cue Naomi's midwife Dawn came bundling into the room with a wheelchair and she obviously, due to her obvious lack of decorum, hadn't been working for the maternity ward long with all the crashes she had pulling it to Naomi's bedside.
Naomi rolled her eyes and thought to herself 'what a bumbling idiot'.
Dawn was a cheerful lady of curvaceous build with long blonde curly hair that touched her shoulders. Naomi although concerned about her welfare with sitting in the chair to be taken to her son though Dawn seemed pleasant enough. "Right duck lets get you up and in to this chair so we can take you to see your baby".
"Lets go."
Naomi found it hurt to move but she was adamant she wasn't going to let Dawn see this. Dawn having thirty years of experience had noticed that Naomi was in noticeable pain but decided to let it go as she had seen Naomi develop in to a strong willed young woman through her work in maternity services. She had seen Naomi round the sonographers office and had heard rumours about her upbringing. She actually felt for the young lass. Trying to strike a conversation to distract Naomi from the pain she asked "Have I seen you here before?"
"Obviously you know you have or you wouldn't be asking. I work downstairs in the maternity clinic. I'm a sonographer here."
"Ah yes that's right. I'm sorry for the impudence I was trying to strike a conversation with you."
"Ok well I'm sorry for my attitude I'm just concerned about my son Isaac as I haven't heard anything from anyone about how he is. I had twenty minutes with him and he was whisked off in to the neonatal department. They said they'd bring him back but they didn't."
"Ah ducky I'm so sorry well lets get that rectified now and you to be right next to your boy."
Naomi smiled an inward smile and said "Yes please."
Naomi chucked the bedclothes off her like a woman possessed.
"Right ducky you need to go careful as you still have your catheter in and you've had a lot of pain medications as well as the spinal block. We need you to do this carefully without causing more damage to yourself and if you were to rip the staples out you'd need to go back in to surgery and then you'd be no use to your boy, what did you call him?."
"Isaac and Ok I'm ready to go. " Naomi edges herself to the side of the bed and Dawn lowers the bed guard removing the catheter bag and placing it on to the back of the wheelchair. Naomi goes to stand and realises she had gone dizzy and staggers and falls to the wall next to her bed. Dawn outstretches her hands to prevent Naomi from falling to the floor. Naomi, adamant she can do it, steadies herself. She regains her balance and slowly begins to turn and lower herself in to the wheelchair.
"Are you ok ducky?"
"Yes I'm fine. Just forgot that my balance isn't great when I've been laid down for a prolonged period then I get up. Its down to my vertigo."
"Ok then, are you ok or do you need a pillow to support you behind your back?"
"A pillow would be great, thank you dawn."
Dawn smiles and grabs Naomi's pillow off her bed. She strategically places it behind Naomi's back and that was it they were off.
The corridors were a pale blue colour on the floors with a sterile green on the walls. It was actually quite dreary when you looked at the whole picture. Naomi was being pulled backwards in the wheelchair and Dawn was beginning to start humming a tune in her soprano voice. All of a sudden she started belting out "Always look on the bright side of life". Naomi looks over to Dawn and smiles. Naomi sat in the wheelchair. All of a sudden it hit her that her son must be really poorly for him to still be in the neonatal unit. She sat quietly sobbing in the chair. As Dawn approached the elevator she realised that Naomi was quietly crying. Dawn stopped and reached in to her pocket pulling out a pocket handkerchief for Naomi.
"Dry those eyes ducky you don't want your little boy to see those tears."
"Ok. I'm sorry. I'm just nervous about seeing him especially as I don't know what sort of health he is in."
"That's understandable. Are you ready to go see your boy?"
"Yes that's better lets go."
They carried on their walk to the neonatal unit. As they were buzzed through the door in to the unit there were lots of rooms everywhere. On the left as they proceeded down the corridor there were lots of low dependency rooms. As they carried on they passed, on the right, the high dependency units. Naomi kept looking in to every room looking for her son. At the end of the corridor in the very last room there stood an incubator with a familiar figure sat next to it holding his sons hand. Jay. He was there. Bonding with his son. Naomi felt instant relief. Jay heard Naomi behind him and moved to the side.
"Meet our beautiful baby boy."
Naomi looked in to the incubator and instantly recognised the ventilator tube coming out of his mouth. She began to panic.
"What the hell happened to him Jay? Why's he on a ventilator? Why is he in the incubator?"
"Baby girl he's doing well he's just had a few problems. I'll go and get the doctor to come and explain everything because I don't want to tell you the wrong thing."
Jay exits the room. Naomi sits bewildered looking at her premature new born baby boy. She begins to start struggling with her anxiety. Mary P walked in to the room obviously hearing Naomi was here with her baby boy.
"Naomi. What a surprise."
"Hello Mary you're full of it."
"Am I? Well maybe I am, never mind. How are you?
"Wanting to know what's going on with Isaac."
"That's such a beautiful name. It fits his character. He's not given us one bit of trouble since he came to us this afternoon."
"Why is he on a ventilator?"
"He had some issues with his breathing but he's doing great at the minute and is tolerating the oxygen well. He also has some other problems. He has three holes in his heart. He has thickened muscle around his heart. He also has low blood sugars. He has a suspected chest infection but they are also suspicious and think he could have contracted meningitis. One of the valves in the heart is also reversing itself."
"That's a lot of problems. How is he ever going to overcome them?"
"He's yours and Jay's baby boy. He will overcome anything thrown at him. He just needs time."
"Are you sure?"
"Baby girl he's already fought this far. He survived death." Jay says to Naomi, kissing her on the head, as he enters the room.
"Listen to your man here Naomi he speaks the truth."
"Ok."
