Hemily Stefson was the obstetrician and gynecologist that would accompany the couple Drake and would monitor the state of the baby until the birth. She had been a recommendation of Elena, as she was also her patient.
She was a young woman, of Spanish mother, very kind and loving when she should relax new mothers, and also known to be very direct in terms of truths and very firm when was necessary, for the welfare of pregnancy.
They came to her in the first two weeks of pregnancy, and she gave them all suggestions, comments, duties.
- Now, you tell me that you do not ever drink- Continued Hemily, as for an hour, in her office, in its second consultation- This is perfect, and do not ever start now.
- No, i am not crazy- Edna laugh.
- I know that you only are in the first month, but also good start mentioning other things...
- ¿What?- Samuel is concerned- Do not scare me doctor.
- It's nothing serious. For example, it is not unusual to you, get sick from the flu or something, and also, considering that you are sexually very active...
- Wait ¿How do you know that?- Edna was warned- I did not say nothing...
- I'm gynecologist too, Edna... And it sounds ugly, but I've seen enough vaginas to identify one that is "used" regularly.
- Oh God…- She turned red, completely.
- ¿So?- Drake coughed slightly.
- It is very likely that Edna has an increased in her sexual desire- Said the gynecologist- It is totally normal and, as I say, there is no problem with the baby. Only they should have some minimum precaution when you have about seven months, mostly because the belly is quite big and you may not have certain positions.
- ¿Seriously?- She asked- ¿Not even… hard... sex...?
- Well, It depends on how hard. Remember to protect the stomach. None of asphyxiation.
- We do not practice that- Sam muttered.
- Then do not worry.
- But…- He thought- Not affect him the movement...
- No. You can have sex quietly.
That was a relief.
With the second month of pregnancy, Edna began to notice her slight changes in her mood, her mind, her body, her life in general.
She had finished bathing and dry, naked, had been standing in front of a large mirror in the room. She stood aside, seeing that tiny belly that had grown, she touched imperceptibly, thinking about everything and nothing.
Her husband had seen her. He smiled, because that was something she was doing very often.
The next day, even when already it is quite late, Shaareim had not up. The previous night Samuel had noticed her slightly off, so he did not rush for taking sleep. But over the course of the morning, occasionally he heard her coughing, even when he is in the living room. Cough that was not heard at all well.
Almost at noon, he went up to the room and slowly walked to her side of the bed. He knelt on the floor, near the head, to look her better. It was when he noticed that her skin was imperceptibly red, and her breathing, besides being somewhat accelerated, sounded as if whistling.
- Edy...- He caressed her skin, noticing it hot- Edy, wake up.
- ¿What…?- She opened her eyes, coughing.
- ¿How do you feel, darling?
- Regular…
- ¿You want to go to the doctor?
- It's a flu, Sam... It will go...- She coughed- You better take away... I do not want you to catch one...
- No way. I will go to the pharmacy, to see what I get. ¿Do you need anything before I leave?
She negate, gently. She felt him give her a big kiss on the forehead and out quickly.
When Edna was sure he was gone, slowly she got up from the bed, coughing harder. She acknowledged that her gynecologist had warned, could get sick, but it would not be serious.
And a demon. She had slept like shit. Her body ached, her head, her eyes, was cold, sweating, coughing. At least her nose was not stuffy. She knew those symptoms, common flu.
Step by step went to the bathroom to urinate and wash her face, congealing herself.
She slowly returned to her bed, seeing that the sheets were soaked and both her panties and her sleeping shirt, too. She took them off, looked clean clothes. She lay down while trying to put her pants, but she fell asleep without realizing it.
Something woke her, while later. She looked at Samuel, placing the trousers that had been half-hearted.
- Oh- She murmured- I fell asleep.
- I know… ¿What you get up, princess?- He helped her sit up.
- I was bored... in bed... and soaked.
- I did not get much ¿You know?- He knelt in front of her- But today I'll take good care of you. I will make my stew for regiments.
- I'm not hungry, Samy.
- I know- He took her hands- But you must eat well, have strength, for you and our baby ¿Yes?
- Mjm- She nodded, rubbing her eyes.
- ¿You want me to bring it to bed or would you rather go dawn?
- Go dawn…
I want to keep you company.
- Well, I'll lift you in my arms ¿Yes?
- No. If you fall with me down the stairs...- She stood up slowly- Also, I want to walk.
The week passed with her eating the highly caloric stew to her husband, taking hot showers, staying under the covers, drinking much hot tea, all under the watchful overprotective eyes of Samuel.