Jennifer's POV
Today is June 19, 2020, which marks 1 full month of my pregnancy with Mark & I's first child. Mark and I are super excited to become parents for the first time. I celebrated my 22nd birthday back in January, and Mark had just turned 29 this past May. Yes, we have a 7 year age gap, but that never stopped us from loving each other. Surprisingly enough, my parents were all for Mark and I's relationship. A 7 year age gap may sound strange, but like they always say, age is just a number. Being that it's my first full month of pregnancy, I wanted to make something special for Mark and I. Ohh, also, Mark and I are officially living together! Mark moved in with me at the beginning of June, and it's been the best feeling ever.
I began cooking a special breakfast for Mark and I. I know his favorite breakfast food is omelettes, so I quickly whipped up an omelette with some bacon & cheese inside. And of course, I whipped up the same thing. I set the table as Mark was getting ready for the day. The minute I finished setting the plates down, I felt the most sharp, horrible pain in my stomach. It was the worst physical pain I've felt in the longest time. I truly screamed at the top of my lungs because of how horrible I felt. "AHHHHHHHHHH!!!" I screamed. I immediately dropped to the ground. I could Mark in the other room drop everything he was doing and came straight to me. "Ohh my gosh, lovey!!! Are you ok?!" Mark shouted as he tried to prop me up. "To be honest baby, I'm not feeling ok." I replied. "Ok, I'm taking you to the hospital right now!" Mark said as he quickly grabbed his & my stuff and we raced to the hospital.
*20 minutes later; At the hospital*
"I'm sorry, Ms. Gilbert, but I have to tell you the unfortunate news that... your baby is gone." Those were the words that came out of the nurse's mouth. The words no future mother would have wanted to hear. My heart was completely shattered & broken. I didn't feel like talking to anyone, or even see anyone. And that, would last for a long time.
Mark's POV
"I'm sorry, Mr. Mumm, but I have to tell you the unfortunate news that... the baby is gone." Those were the words that came out of the nurse's mouth. I couldn't even begin to describe the pain that Jennifer is going through right now. Right after the nurse told me the devastating news, I was able to go back & see her. The minute I laid my eyes on her, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Her eyes were so red, looking like she stared at a television screen for quite some time. "Hey baby, are you doing?" I asked as I sat next to her. She said not one word, which I was kind of expecting. "Baby, it's ok. I'm always going to be here for you. You know you can talk to me if you feel something." I reassured her. Again, no words. I truly knew something was going on with her.
I went ahead & left Jennifer by herself. I didn't want to set her off any further, so I went down to the cafeteria to grab something to eat. As I was eating my food, I couldn't help but think about Jennifer. It broke my heart to see her the way that she is right now. I grabbed my phone & called her parents. I immediately informed them about Jennifer losing our child, and how completely heartbroken she is. I could just hear their hearts break through the phone. Her dad had mentioned to me about how Jennifer has never felt this broken since her first heart break. They wanted to come visit her really bad, but their schedules were backed up with many things, so they weren't able to. After I was done eating, I went home and took a power nap.
*The Next Day*
It is the next day, and all I could think about was Jennifer. Her doctor had called me to inform me that she was able to go home today. I packed an extra pair of her clothes, her favorite outfit to be exact, a drink for her, and a special item for her to hold. It's a gender neutral blanket that we had bought when we just confirmed that we were expecting. It was her favorite item that she had bought for our baby. I put everything in a bag & made my way to the hospital. "I'm here to pick up my girlfriend. Jennifer Gilbert." I said to the front desk nurse. "Perfect. I'll let them know you're here for her." She smiled as she buzzed the doctors. It took about 15 minutes before they brought her down. "She's still the same as yesterday. She wouldn't talk when we spoke to her, and at first, she wouldn't eat. But we left the food on her table, came back, and she ate everything, which is great." "All I can suggest for now is, keep an eye out on her, and if anything major changes, please do not hesitate to call us back & bring her in." The nurse told me.
"Awesome, thank you guys so, so much! Thank you for taking such great care of her." I smiled as they helped me bring Jennifer to the car. The whole entire car ride home, she didn't speak, not one word. I couldn't help but feel so much pain for her. The look on her face, looked like she had been crying for days on end. When we got home, I helped her upstairs & settled in bed. "Would you like me to prepare something for you, lovey?" I asked. Once again, no words. I decided to make something for her anyways, because I didn't want her to starve. Ever since we've been living together, she's always loved when I make her steak & potatoes, so that's what I'm going to make. It didn't take me that long to finish making the food, so I made her a plate and headed to the bedroom.
"Hey baby, I made you your favorite dinner, steak and potatoes." I smiled lightly as I set the plate on her bedside table. She stared right into my eyes for like, 10 minutes straight and wouldn't look away. "Baby, it's ok, you can talk to me. You know I'm always going to be here for you." I reassured her. She still wouldn't talk to me. I even tried to hand feed her the food, she wouldn't take a bite. So I just left the plate on the bedside table and walked away. I sat on the couch and took a minute to myself. In the end, I couldn't help but cry because I didn't know what else I could do to help. I feel so hopeless at this point because I didn't know what else to do with my girl. She's physically there, but mentally and emotionally, she's gone. She left.
