Chapter 8
(A/N – In this chapter, a flash back will be italicized. As before, signing is bold, and spoken words are in "quotes".) (Also, special thanks to Muzic-iz-Life ! I love coming and seeing your reviews!) (I know this one is short as well, but I've got a lot going on right now, and this literally came to me seconds before I wrote it. As always, review!)
I was greeted by Emmett's warm embrace the moment we hit the fourth floor. I guessed that Wilke texted Toby, who told Emmett, because Emmett looked slightly upset.
I would have came with you, you know that he signed, shaking his head. We normally go together.
I wanted you here. Daphne just woke up, Bay might wake up soon, I needed you here, with them. I retorted. He couldn't argue with that.
Ok. But you have a doctor's appointment today. And that, I am going to. He stated.
Fair enough. What time? I asked.
Noon. Do you realize how far along you are right now? He asked, his face filling with concern as he lightly touched my belly.
Um, 19 weeks? It hasn't been longer than that, has it? I asked, my expression twisting. Had I really lost track of time?
Yea, that's right. I just wanted to make sure you were up to date. You've been so out of it lately. He replied.
You had me scared! I signed with a laugh.
I looked at my watch, and realized that it was 10 to noon. I grabbed his hand, and drug him downstairs, to the OBGYN Clinic we were now all too familiar with.
Kanzii? The nurse signed as soon as we entered the office. Dr. Dee wants to see you, right away.
Emmett and I hurried down the hallway, into Dr. Dee's office. I squeezed his hand, hoping he'd stay calm for the both of us.
I'm glad you made it. Kanzii, I have some good and bad news. The good news is, today, we'll be able to set a due date. However, the bad news is, we were wrong with we estimated you being only 18 weeks the last time you were here. I went over your sonograms again, along with when you and Emmett conceived her, and after consulting a few other doctors, we realized that you are actually about 25 weeks along. Right now I mean. She signed in a hurry.
25 weeks? But she's so tiny! I signed, tears in my eyes.
I know. That's why I called you in. I want to get another sonogram, and see if she's gotten any bigger, and make sure she's still healthy. And from what I can tell, she'll be due around December 25th. She added.
Ok. Was all I could say.
After three hours of tests, blood work, and sonograms, Dr. Dee called us back into her office, her face grim.
What's wrong? I asked her.
Your daughter is very small. I'm concerned that she may be premature, or worse, still born. She answered honestly.
Isn't there anything we can do? I asked.
I'm going to give you a few more vitamins to take, and see if that helps. Right now, however, I'm extremely concerned. I want to see you once a week until the due date. You have got to keep yourself healthy, and stress free these next three months. I believe you are a very strong woman, and that this little baby could end up perfectly healthy. She answered. She reached across her desk and gave my free hand a squeeze.
After we left her office, I turned to Emmett, tears in my eyes. He pulled me into a tight hug, and kissed me over and over on the top of my head. I felt him shake, he was crying.
Emily is going to be fine. I signed, my face set.
Okay. Have you changed her name at all? He asked. He was changing the subject for both of our sakes.
Emily Dailyn. Now she is named after you, Bay, Daphne, and myself. I signed with a smile.
We walked, hand in hand, back to the girls' room, and were shocked to see Daphne packing her small bag.
They're letting me go home. I got a clean bill of health. She explained.
Well that's good! I signed and went to give her a tight hug. She smiled and nodded, before taking my hand.
Be strong. She signed. Emmett and I exchanged a confused look, but let it pass.
Emmett, can we go home for a little bit? I'm exhausted. I asked him. He nodded, and off we went.