*****Dinah's POV*****
So many things were running through my head right now. I know I should rest, for the sake of the baby and I, but I just couldn't. Staying up with letting my anxiety start to get to me. The more I thought about my baby and my condition, the more worried I became. In just one more week, I'd have the option of trying to give birth to the baby. My baby. Our baby. I could be putting their life on the line just to take the pain away from myself. I could possibly put my own child at risk... Could I?
"Go to sleep, baby" Camila groaned out. She rolled over in her sleep and wrapped her arm over my stomach. From there, she slowly started to rub circles on it. That's one thing that could always soothe me. Just being here with her made me feel better.
"Ya know, resting with will help the baby. And you staying up will only make you anxious. You're safe right here. With me." She placed gentle kisses on the side of my neck. "I could sing to you, if you want? Give you a massage? Or do you want something to eat? Maybe a drink? I'll do anything." I just laughed, kissing her head softly. "Mila, I'm fine baby. You just need to go to bed. I'm tired, but our little one wants me to stay up with her for a little while."
She smiled extremely wide, and moved a little closer to me. "I want to talk to her. Do you thinks she's wants to hear from her mama?" I nodded eagerly. Camila placed her hand on my stomach and started to rub circles. I immediately relaxed at her comforting touch. After going through a majority of this pregnancy without her comfort, I was savoring every minute I did have. It feels so good to finally be back with her again.
"Hey, baby girl. It's Mama Mila. I wanted to talk to you cause I know you're having a hard time in there. You're fine, of course, but you and Mommy really need the rest. And you being a night owl like me is keeping Mommy up. When we keep Mommy up, she's gets a wittle grumpy. And we don't want her grumpy, do we?"
I smiled down at her, feeling the pain ease up in my stomach. "I think she likes the sound of your voice, baby." Camila smiled so wide at that. Being as young as we are and having a kid, it was nice to hear that we were doing something right. "I hope so. Their gonna be hearing it for at least the next eighteen years.".
I just laughed and stroked her hair. Man, she's so gorgeous. "We should really start getting some things for the baby." She just kissed my stomach and hummed in agreement. "Maybe a crib and some toys" I cooed, thr ideas just flourishing. "Ooh" Camila cried, "Can I pick out the car seat and outfits with the corny lines on it. Ya know, the one's like I can't here you over my awesomeness." I just laughed and agreed with her. "You know corny, so I'll leave that to you." She lightly hit my shoulder, but still kissed me.
I really thought I was starting to feel better. My stomach was calming down. I could feel the baby and they felt fine to me. Plus, I was back in Camila. In a bed. My back wasn't killing me and I could finally rest knowing I was safe. But I guess I'm still very ill... And my body was letting me know that.
Camila was resting her head in the crook of my neck, rubbing my stomach. I was almost asleep, but then my nose started to run. I grabbed the tissue and just expected a small cold coming on, but it wasn't. In fact, it was blood staining my tissue.
"Mila. Don't look up. Just press the button and call a doctor." Camila got a little too frantic when I was in the hospital. I had been in here so many times in our relationship, so I could understand why. "Dinah...what's going on?" She tried to turn around, so I turned away. I had to keep her calm or no one would be getting any sleep tonight.
I can still remember the last time I was in here. I had a bad dream about Francis and she stayed up all night. She cuddled with me until I fell asleep. When I did, she had gotten up and paced all night. She had the girls take shifts when she walked around the perimeter of the hospital. It was like a military base and I was the one they were trying to protect.
"There's so much blood" she gawked, cupping my cheek. "The doctor, Mils." "Oh yeah! Just...stay there. I'll be back, babies!" Just like that, she was out of the door. I thought it was a minor nosebleed, but it was flowing heavily. At a rate that was extremely unhealthy.
"Please, Ms. Cabello" the doctor cried as she ran into the room. "I know how to do my job." Camila had to be nagging her ear off the entire walk over here. "I just want to make sure my babies are okay." I was handed another round of pills while the two talked. "There's only one baby, Ms. Cabello." "Dinah's my first baby. Keep up, Doc. You have to be able to keep up with this system." The doctor rolled her eyed playfully, and did her best to help me.
When she was finally able to get the bleeding to stop, we were able to talk. "So Ms. Hansen. Was there any other symptoms that followed up this heavy bleeding?" "Really bad stomach pain. And it kinda spread to my back a little." Camila had started pacing since this check up started. "It looks like the medicine didn't kick in right away. I gave you a higher dosage, so this should help increase blood clotting. Your blood was almost as thin as water."
Camila came over with a concerned face. She definitely has a question. "What happens if the symptoms continue to get worst?" The doctor sighed. "We perform a C-section as soon as possible. We try to wait until the baby is close enough to the due date or until he mother can't handle anymore of the pain. How do you feel now, Dinah?" "Tried. Slightly dizzy, but mostly tired." "So are you willing to wait a little while longer? After next week, we could possibly do the procedure. The longer you wait, the better."
"Is Dinah going to be hurt" Camila asked, holding my hand. "The longer she waits, the higher her expectancy of living will be. That's for her and the child. We are all very skilled surgeons and doctors at this hospital, and we haven't lost anyone with this procedure yet. Then again...we've only had to do it twice before."
"I wanna wait. Give myself a better chance." The doctor smiled. "That's good, Miss Hansen. If your symptoms get worst though, we might need to take matters into our own hands. If anything happens to you, should the baby be left with Miss Cabello?" I smiled at Camila softly, and she kissed my hand softly.
"I'd like my child to be with Camila. No one else. I'd also like to see if I can put up and restraining order on the child's father." The doctor looked confused. "Why would you want that?" "Having this child wasn't my choice." She didn't ask any follow up questions. She just changed my IV, gave us more blankets, and left the room to let us rest.
"I love you, Dinah" Camila started, kissing the top of my head. "And I know you're gonna be okay. Plus, you're not leaving me alone with this child." I laughed and cuddled further into her. "I'll never leave you. Till death do us part, right?" "I'm definitely marrying you. So yes." We paused for a second in comfortable silence, and then a thought came to my mind. "Hey Mila?" "Hmm."
"Let's get married."
