Divine Intervention: One Shots

Lost

TW: Miscarriage

A/N: Just gonna rip the bandaid off and post this one. Life isn't always sunshine and roses and I would be remiss if I didn't tell all aspects of life. I love you all

18 weeks. Just about halfway there. I was definitely more tired and sleeping less, but according to the books, that was to be expected. The backache was almost constant, but that was because me and the babies were growing.  And the kicking! They were both very physically active and it was beyond the little flutters now. We were both getting more and more excited everyday. We had started planning out the nursery and picking out the names. We had another check up and ultrasound in two weeks and we would hopefully find out the genders.

I was not surprised when I woke up at 2 am with shooting pains in my back and having to go to the bathroom. He was sleeping so soundly that I didn’t want to disturb him, so I got out of bed as quietly and gently as I could and made my way to the bathroom. Usually stretching and walking around helped to alleviate some of the back pain, but it seemed to be getting worse the more I moved around. I was near tears by the time I reached the bathroom. I took care of business and discovered I was bleeding. I panicked and called for Avi and he was there in seconds. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, rubbing his eyes. 

I explained the situation through tears. Within minutes he was dressed and had thrown his hair up. He brought me some clothes to put on. While I was getting dressed, he gathered my purse, duffle bag, and phone and went and started the car. He came back and helped me get to the car. He did his level best to not break too many speed limits and to stay calm. We got to the ER and it was relatively quiet. Avi explained to the desk clerk what was happening and they rushed us right to the back. 

It was a flurry of activity. I was losing track of time. There were a million questions. How far along are you? Is this your first pregnancy? Have you felt anything out of the ordinary? How much blood loss? I answered the questions to the best of my ability. They helped me into a gown, took my vitals, did an ultrasound, and strapped on a fetal heart monitor. They advised that there was still movement and they were able to locate both heartbeats, but they were weak. They also advised that my body was trying to go into labor. They started a medication to stop it. They were also trying to get the bleeding to stop, but they hadn’t succeeded in doing that yet. They transferred me up to labor and delivery and advised that it was a waiting game now. Once I was settled we each called our parents through tears. We told them that we would keep them posted and that they didn’t need to come. He refused to leave my side. He sat and held my hand and we spent a lot of time crying. We only told necessary people and we had a few visitors. No one knew quite what to say.

All in all, it took about 24 hours. The heartbeats just got weaker until they stopped altogether. The doctor assured us that we did nothing wrong and that sometimes these things happen with no rhyme or reason. They had to do a procedure to finish the process. Afterwards he climbed into the bed with me and held me until we couldn’t cry anymore. We came to the conclusion that it would happen again when we were ready. It didn’t stop us from feeling lost.