Well, here you go! I am going to be short in my A/N's this time. Oh, and all the medical information in this might not be right. I'm 18! Bare with me!
P.S. Thanks to Monica for betaing this.
Gabriella groaned and shifted in bed. Troy, who was already up, looked over in concern. She hadn't been able to sleep for the last few days, and had been sick with vomiting anda fever for even longer. She refused to let him bring her to the doctor, that it was just Rocket's flu. Troy was very worried, he had even taken a few days off of work to watch over her. Mrs. Bolton had been kind enough to take the twins so they could both relax. Suddenly, Gabriella woke up. Troy walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, placing his hand on her forehead to see if it was still as hot. He sighed and stood up.
"Gabriella, I am worried. Please let me take you to the hospital." She shook her head, turning to the side, not wanting Troy to see her. He reached over and gently turned her head back toward him. "Please." Finally Gabriella caved. Troy smiled the slightest bit and stood back up.
"Where are you going?" Gabriella asked in a horse voice.
"I am going to call my boss and see if I can take another day off." Gabriella nodded and rolled over onto her side again, wanting to curl up into a ball and die. Soon, Troy was off the phone and came back into the bedroom, announcing that he could take a day off. He helped Gabriella get dressed, for she was having trouble standing up. When they were done, Troy helped Gabriella into the car and began driving to the ER. He knew getting an appointment with their doctor would be hell, so going to the ER was the quickest option. When they arrived, Troy signed up and they went to wait in chairs. Gabriella curled up against him and fell asleep. It was a little over two hours before their name was called.
"Bolton?" Troy stood up, waking Gabriella and following the nurse back to the exam room. She showed them where Gabriella was to lay, and sat down on a stool. "I'm Nurse Sarah's. What are your symptoms?" Boy, did she get right to the point.
"Um, she has had a fever for several days now, some vomiting and extreme stomach cramps."
"Most of those symptoms are of the flu. But I would like to run some tests anyway." Gabriella nodded and relaxed into the bed. She knew she was going to be here for a while. The nurse smiled and stood up, walking out of the room. Another nurse was in the room within ten minutes and did the tests. Now, all they had to do was wait. Troy kept Gabriella company the whole time.
"Troy, should I call my mom?"
"No, not unless the tests snow something. We don't need to get her worried for no good reason." Gabriella agreed and they went back to being silent. Troy was worried that the tests would show something horrible. What if there was something seriously wrong with Gabriella? Finally, after hours, frequent nurse and doctor visits, a doctor cam back in with the results of the tests.
"Well, Gabriella, you're pregnant." Gabriella and Troy were shocked. Again?
"Then why do I feel like crap?" Gabriella asked, the shock not totally set in yet. "I didn't feel like this when I was pregnant with the twins." The doctor looked slightly surprised when he heard that she had been pregnant before, but made no comment. Troy still sat there, totally shocked, not moving.
"Well, I don't know. Now that we know that you are pregnant, we can run some further tests...if that is OK with you." Gabriella nodded and sat back. She then asked the question she had been wanting to.
"How far?" She knew it couldn't be more than two months, or she would have known.
"Seven weeks. We would also like to do an ultrasound. As soon as possible, in fact. I am thinking that your symptoms are just the flu, but as I said,I need to do more tests to be sure." She smiled and stood up, walking out of the room. Troy slowly turned to Gabriella. She was smiling. Troy didn't know how she could be. He was the only one with a job, and a small one at that! He couldn't get a decdent job until he was through college. They had themselves and twins to support already, how could they do another baby? He would love another child, no doubt, but not now. He would live with it, though. Now that he knew about it, there was no way he would suggest giving it up. However, clothes wouldn't be a problem. They had a boy and a girl, so no matter what it turned out to be, they would have clothes.
"Wow." Was all he said. The twins were only a year and three months. They would only be two by the time this baby arrived. Hopefully, it would be a baby, and not babies. Gabriella was still grinning.
"Can I call my mom now?" Troy nodded numbly and walked out the door, asking a passing nurse if he could use the phone. She said yes, so Troy helped Gabriella to it. Her mom picked up on the third ring.
"Mom?"
"Hi, Gabriella!" Her mom said, she sounded stressed. "Rocket, no crayons! Sorry, Troy's parents had me watch the twins. They needed time after three days. I agreed. Gabriella, honestly, I don't know how you do it! Rocket eats anything he can get his hands on, and Raine isn't exactly a walk in the park." Gabriella laughed.
"Sorry, mom. Rocket hasn't eaten anything dangerous, has he?" She was worried for a good reason. Sure, Troy had baby-proofed their apartment, but her mom hadn't done so to her house.
"No, he hasn't, he tried to eat a crayon a second ago, but I got there in time. Raine is sleeping now, she doesn't look to good. I think she may have Rockets flu. Man, he has had it twice in the last three months. Poor kid. So, where are you calling from, the number on my Caller ID is not familiar."
"Um...the Hospital." She knew her mom was going to freak.
"Are you OK? Did Troy finally convince you to go?"
"Yes to both. They are still running some tests, although they know the main reason for my problem." She took a deep breath, knowing it would be better to get it out now. "Mom, I'm pregnant." Her mom was silent, and Gabriella was worried something had happened.
"Y-your kidding...right?"
"No, sorry mom." Silence once again met her ears.
"Wow."
At eighteen weeks, the doctor alerted Gabriella that she was 1 cm dilated. He quickly assured her that it could be nothing, and told her to come back in a week for another checkup. If it remained at 1 cm, it would likely stay that way for the remainder of her pregnancy. Gabriella was scared, as was Troy. The doctors ordered her on complete bed rest for that week. When she went back, it was still holding. But just to be on the safe side, her O.B. scheduled her for weekly checkups for the remainder of her pregnancy. She was not allowed to lift heavy things, push anything, or walk far, so Troy had to do most of the work with the twins. Either Gabriella's mom, or when she could, Taylor, would stay with Gabriella all day to help with the twins---they were considered heavy lifting--while Troy was at work.
Gabriella went to the weekly appointments, and was relieved that she seemed to be holding at 1 cm. She was now aloud to walk around more, but was still on bed rest. She was half-way through her pregnancy, and was still having stomach pains and often vomiting. Twenty weeks into the pregnancy, Gabriella told Dr. Malin, her O.B., that she'd been feeling some kind of pressure that wasn't labor, and she didn't' think it was Braxton-Hicks, just felt like pressure. Her O.B.checked her cervix and it was fine, so he ordered a urine sample, a "clean catch," so he could test for infection.
"An infection could throw you into premature labor, and we don't want that." He had said. That had been three days ago. The pressure was worse than ever. That night, when she told Troy, he called their O.B. and told him what was going on. He told them he would meet them at the hospital the next day. On the way, Gabriella was shaking.
"What's wrong?" Troy asked as he turned into the parking lot. He went over to Gabriella's door and opened it for her. She got out and stood up, placing her hand on her slightly large stomach.
"Nothing. I'm worried Troy." He smiled reassuringly, and led her into the Hospital. He did not speak,he feared his voice would betray him--he was worried as well. They went to the front desk and sighed in. Ten minutes later, Dr. Malin showed up and led them to a small, white room.
"Will you please change into this?" He held out a whilt gown and Gabriella nodded, taking it from him. "I will leave the room and give you some privacy." Gabriella quickly changed and sat up on the bed. Dr. Malin came back in.
"OK. I am going to put you on a monitor, check to make sure you aren't in labor."
"I'm not in labor. I would know, I've been through it twice." At the confused look on Dr. Malin's face, Gabriella explained. "Twins."
"Oh. Well, I am just going to make sure. Now, lay back." He attached the machine to her, and watched it for what seemed like hours, but in reality, was only one. "I am still concerned. This is most unusual. I am thinking it could be a infection. I didn't see anything in your test results, but I am worried. I am going to put you on Antibiotics, just in case." He did, and soon after that, he sent Gabriella home. Everything was fine for a month, weekly checkups showed nothing but that her baby was healthy, and so was Gabriella. The Antibiotics seemed to have done the trick. The pressure was also gone. Then it happened. One morning, while Troy was playing with the twins and Gabriella was in bed, reading. She screamed, grabbing her stomach. Troy was by her side in seconds.
"What's wrong?" Raine trailed behind him, still in her pink PJ's and holding her big Teddy bear in one arm, and her blanky in the other. Troy picked her up and placed her on the bed beside Gabriella. Raine wrapped her arms around Gabriella's neck and handed her the Teddy bear. Gabriella took it, looking over her daughter's head to see Troy's concerned face.
"I...it felt like a contraction. But it can't be! I am only twenty-six weeks along!" That was it for Troy. He packed up Raine and Rocket, still in their PJ's, and got Gabriella out to the car, rushing her to the ER. As soon as they were there, they were taken straight up to Labor and Delivery. Dr. Malin was called in, and immediately hooked Gabriella up to a machine. She was in labor.
Well, whatcha think? Hmmm? I throw at you that Gabriella is pregnant, she is going into premature labor, and that she is having pregnancy problems in one chapter. Next chapter: Does the baby live? When Raine has another attack away from all medications, what will happen to her?
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