Chapter 19
634 Words
Months in: 8
"SHE WORE AN..."
"INSY WINSY TINY WEENY..."
"YELLOW POLKA DOT BIKINI..."
"THAT SHE WORE FOR THE FIRST TIME TODAY!"
I put the spoon down abruptly and look at a ridiculously posed Troy with a frown.
"That's all I know."
"Me too," he shrugs taking my spoon and stirring the macaroni.
"How did Tarzan like our performance," he asks looking back at me with a smile.
I shrug and put a hand on my stomach. We'd been trying to get him to move for nearly twenty
minutes now. He's the cause of our macaroni making venture and our cheesy musical.
"Nothing. He isn't kicking."
Troy frowns. This isn't normal. Especially for Tarzan. I'm usually kicked at all hours of the day
to the point where it feels normal to have to rush to the bathroom as he kicks my bladder
repeatedly.
"He's not even moving," I say worriedly. I'm starting to get worried and the pregnancy hormones
are only making everything worse.
In fact, tears pool in my eyes and I sniffle a little to keep them at bay.
"Tess," Troy cooes coming over and giving me a hug.
"Do you want to go to the hospital and let the doctor check it out?"
I nod and Troy Instantly takes me to the car and tells Carl where we need to go.
"Is the baby coming already," Carl asks in confusion.
Troy explains on the drive over as I sit in my muddle of worryment.
The baby isn't supposed to come for another month!
What's going on?
Upon arrival, both Carl and Troy come in for a change.
As I'm lead into the hospital room, I eye the machines, some of which have been used on me in
our check ups.
They always look so scary until the doctor explains them. I hope he can explain Tarzan's lack of
movement. Is he sleeping? Usually when he's sleeping he rolls over alot.
A minute later the doctor comes in and after I explain what's going on, she frowns deeply and
pulls out alot of equipment.
Once again, the goo is on my stomach and she checking on the baby. After a minute, I hear a
sharp gasp as the doctor pulls away and calls for help.
I stare in confusion as they moves forward to lock hands with me.
"What's going on," he demands to know harshly.
"What's wrong?!"
I see nurses rushing around outside the room and my doctor puts on all kind of gear before
pulling out a wheelchair.
"Ma'am. You need an emergency C section."
I gasp, half due to surprise and worry and the other half die to the death grip Troy has on my
hand.
"Why?!"
"The baby was moving around far more than he should have been. It's neck is tangled in the
ambilical cord and he's choking to death."
I sob at her bluntness and begin crying hysterically.
"The baby," I strain out to Troy as he lifts me into the chair quickly.
"It'll be okay Tess. It's okay. We're gonna fix this," he says in a rushed calmness.
"I'll be with you the whole time."
The nurse begins pushing me out of the room as the doctor disagrees.
"Actually sir, you aren't allowed in the room for C sections. You'll have to stay here."
As I'm rolled down the hall, I can hear Troy yelling, screaming for the chance to follow me, but
he never makes it.
Instead, I'm lifted onto a bed and given something that I figure will either numb my body or
knock me out.
Then the doctors begin talking with words I don't understand and I take deep breaths to calm
myself down.
"God, please let Tarzan be okay," I whisper through my falling tears.
Please don't let my baby die.
- Writer
