Night Shift [h.s]

forty eight

Warning: this chapter is a birth chapter so it will include blood etc. it probably won't be massively gory or yuck but just a pre warning!

☁️ ALANNAH ☁️

I had managed to go a whole two weeks since my waters had broken in the corridor. I had survived a whole two weeks stuck on bed rest in a hospital room, apparently too fragile to go home just incase I was to catch an infection or my contractions would start so suddenly again. I had been told a million times over by now that things could go wrong at any moment and that I should be aware that this may not go so smoothly.

I kind of knew from the moment I started getting pains at thirty three weeks that this wasn't going to be an easy ride and I suppose I really was blessed that my body was able to hold on for just another two weeks. I was told by one of the nurses that every day made a difference. Every day Henley was developing and growing and the fact that we had made it to thirty five weeks was something that I honestly didn't think would happen.

Even though thirty five weeks was still five weeks too early, there were so many babies born at thirty five weeks, it was normal and it was completely healthy. I had been told that if I was to have him now, as long as everything runs smoothly and we're both okay, we could head home in a day or two.

But that was unlikely to be the case because when does anything ever run smoothly?

My panic first started this morning when Henley's foetal monitor seemed to be doing crazy things every time a surge of pain filled my body. I was woken up by a sharp pain and from that moment on it had been constant.

I knew this was the real deal, I knew they wouldn't be able to stop it this time, I knew that I'd be having Henley today and that scared the shit out of me more than before.

The nurses were actually the ones to phone Harry as soon as I had alerted them. They had come to learn over the past two weeks that even though he was a doctor and he was actually the man in charge of paediatrics in the emergency department, he was actually incredibly anxious and completely freaked out by all of this, he always had so many questions to ask the doctors and the nurses, he wanted to know every singe medication that went into my body and the exact dosage. He was on high alert all the time and I couldn't blame him for one moment.

I could only begin to imagine just how panicked he was when he got that phone call at about six this morning because just minutes after, he then phoned my phone in tears. He needed to talk to me, he needed to ask me how long it had been happening for and how I felt, he wanted to know exactly what was going on and I knew that was for his own piece of mind. It's like he needed to know every detail to function, whereas I don't think I could actually get in the car and drive if I knew all of the details, I'd rather be left in the dark.