Chapter 3: Empty Nursery:
The next day, Dr. Crane explained to Rory, what had happened and what an ectopic pregnancy was. The young couple sat quietly, for a moment before the dreaded question was asked. "What are the chances of getting pregnant again?" Tristan was the one who spoke up sensing that Rory was too numb to voice her concerns.
Dr. Crane looked at the faces of both Tristan and Rory before she replied, "I won't lie to you. It won't be easy. About thirty percent of women have a problem becoming pregnant again. You have about a forty percent chance of becoming pregnant again and approximately fifteen percent chance of it being an ectopic pregnancy, if you do." Dr. Crane knew the last part would be the hardest part for the couple to accept.
Unable to hold it in any longer, Rory burst into tears. The information from the doctor had caused her more pain than she thought possible. Tristan turned to Rory and wrapped his arms around her. Dr. Crane slipped out of the room leaving the devastated couple alone. Tristan continued to hold his wife, and comfort her while she continued to grieve. He was smart enough to know that there was no way he could understand her pain even though he was also in pain and needed to grieve. The only thing he knew was that he needed to be there for Rory.
Rory was released from the hospital two days ago and had been spending a lot of time in the room that had been in the process of being converted into a nursery. Tristan had been paying an interior decorator to decorate it in neutral colors since they didn't know the sex of their baby. He would often find Rory in the rocking chair that Luke had made for them. Luke had also made the matching change table and crib. Rory would sit there, rocking back and forth thinking. She knew Tristan thought that spending all the time in the nursery wasn't helping her that much but for some reason she was drawn to it. Tristan couldn't count the number of times he'd found her there still rocking late at night. On this particular night he found her standing by the change table, just looking at it. Tristan walked up behind her and gently slid his arms around her waist not wanting to scare her or freak her out. Ever since coming home from the hospital, Rory would go into a weird trance like state. Feeling her husband's arms around her, she came out of her daze and leaned against Tristan. They just stood there together, not speaking. Rory turned around in Tristan's arms so she was facing him, then she leaned her head on his shoulder. Sometimes there was nothing they could say to each other. Rory didn't know how to deal with her grief and sorrow and Tristan didn't know how to help her. He figured there was really nothing he could say that would make her feel better. It didn't stop him from trying, and boy did he try. Most of the time she didn't want to hear whatever it was he was saying so Tristan just let it go and held her. That was the one thing he knew she didn't mind a lot of the time.
Tristan gently pulled her closer and said just as gently "What are you thinking about, Ror?"
"Everything is so empty, Tris." She replied sadly.
Tristan didn't know what to say after that. He knew she wasn't really talking about the nursery but that was almost completely empty as well. He knew she really meant the empty feeling she got from the loss of their baby. Tristan found himself sometimes wondering if the fact that they didn't know the sex of the baby was making it worse. Since Rory was only two months pregnant at the time finding out the sex hadn't been an option yet.
'Will things ever go back to they way they were before?' He found himself thinking when things seemed to be really bad. All he knew at the moment was that he had to be there for his wife no matter what.
"Everything is so empty and I'm so tired." Rory said as she tried to find comfort in her husband's arms. She knew Tristan would be there for her no matter what.
When Tristan got back to Hartford and found out what had happened to Rory, he told his father that he wouldn't be able to take any more business trips until he knew Rory was ok. He didn't want anything happening to her again, and not be there to help her. He didn't care if that took months of even years. They were both having a hard time dealing with the loss and emptiness but Tristan had decided to be strong for Rory and that nothing else but her comfort mattered. He knew this was hard for her, and was worried since she really didn't do much. All she did was stay in bed or go to the nursery. Sometimes she would walk in there without even realizing it. He knew that her most frequent stop was the rocking chair that she would have rocked their baby to sleep in.
Repost of this chapter since I apparently blanked on that before...anyway here ya go...probably a million times better than it was.
