Jane
The dinner was fun spending time with Brandon and Marlene. Whenever I’m with them, I sometimes forget my sorrows, the ease and the bond that I feel around them is very hard to describe, but the moment they appeared in my life, there was not a single time that they made me feel lonely or sad.
But today, when Marlene made Brandon the father of my child, for a sec it seemed funny, but that is something I don’t think that I can accept. I don’t want anyone else but Jared to be the father of my baby.
I shook my head, trying to get rid of the thoughts in my mind, making my way towards the bed, calling it a night.
Sleep came peacefully, but after a few hours, my body started to feel uncomfortable. I wake up with my eyes scanning the ceiling, trying to distract myself from the discomfort in my body; my lower back is hurting badly. I tried changing my position from left to right, trying to find any comfort, but even after minutes of discomfort, the pain didn’t seem to pass away.
I rose from the bed, slowly trying to stand up, but felt something punched on my lower abdomen as it cramped so badly, not being able to stand for long with my cramping. I sat on the bed, concentrating on my breathing, in and out, in and out, in and out. But nothing is helping me to ease my pain.
Seeing no other option in mind, I called the first and only person who came to my mind.
But before I could press the call button, I felt something wet in between my thighs, and it felt as if I had been peeing myself. Fluids started leaking from my body.
Shock filled all my thoughts. I stood up urgently with my right hand placed over my pregnant belly, supporting my baby, with my eyes scanning the place where I was sitting moments earlier. My heart seemed to stop for a second, looking at the spot. My bed is all wet with my body fluids as if my water broke somehow, but it’s too early, I’m only 31 weeks pregnant, and this is too early, and other than that, the thing that shocked me the most is drips of the blood on it mixed with the rest of my fluids.
I put both my hands over my belly, attempting to protect my baby.
All negative thoughts started engaging in my mind.
“Did I lose my baby too, just like everyone else in my life?” I questioned myself. Why God? Aren’t you satisfied yet with taking my family and Jared away from me? Now you are seeking to take my baby, too.
Why?
With my hands trembling, I grasped my phone from the bed and touched the call button. Calling the one and only person I know will be there for me at a time like this.
“Jane!” someone from the other side of the line addressed.
“Brandon, my baby!” that’s the only words I can get from my mouth. And, before I could utter anything else, the phone slipped from my trembling hands onto the ground.
With the phone on the ground, all my hopes seemed to fade. I don’t think Brandon heard me; I needed to call him again, but with my phone on the ground and my pregnant belly, and my condition, I don’t think I could pick up the phone by myself.
I heard my door open as footsteps started approaching my bedroom.
“Jane,” Brandon called my name, taking long steps toward me.
“You okay?” he asked. Our gazes met, and I moved my head from left to right, pointing my finger at the crimson spot on my bed.
Brandon runs his hand over his head as he grabs both my cheeks in between his hands, staring into my eyes. “Jane, calm down and tell me, how do you feel?” Brandon asked.
Words don’t seem to form out of my mouth as my voice starts to choke from my cries.
“Calm down and breathe,” he responded, making me sit on the bed.
“Look at me, and follow my lead, breath in, breath out, breath out.”
I looked at his face, following his lead, taking deep breaths, which helped me calm at the moment for a bit, stopping the tears from falling from my eyes.
“Now, I want you to tell me how you feel. Okay!” I nodded my head at his words.
I told him everything, from the cramping in my lower abdomen to my lower backache and everything else. Brandon stared at me, his face stern, as he changed himself into full-on doctor mode, staring at me.
“Jane, we can’t waste much time here; we got to deliver the baby,” he said with a stern face.
“But it’s too early,” I questioned him.
“I know, but all your symptoms are of premature contraction, and we can’t waste any more time, or it might be risky for both you and your baby’s lives,” Brandon said as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, calling someone.
All kinds of wrong thoughts inhabit my mind. What if my baby is born dead? What if I can’t see my baby, and how will I live if it’s the only hope in my life that’s strengthening me to keep moving because all this time is lost? Why?
“Jane,” Brandon called, distracting me from my thoughts.
I glanced up at him with tears filling in my eyes. He came to my side, kneeling by the side of the bed, and placed his hands over my hands, squeezing them gently.
“Nothing will happen to your baby, I promise,” he assured.
I nodded my head. I trust Brandon and I know he will try his best to save my baby. But what if he can’t and what if I lose my baby too? Like everyone else in my life.