The Next Step:Jiley's story

What!?

I wake up and instantly jump out of bed and run to the bathroom. If the next 9 months are going to be like this I think I actually might just die, as I stop pucking I realise that James is behind me rubbing my back and making sure I'm okay, honestly I don't know what I do would do without him. "You alright babe?" he whispers into my ear, I nod, he hands me a glass of water and I slowly gulp it down. That's when I remember that today we find out how many weeks pregnant I am, a mixture of fear, excitement, nervousness and happiness pass through me.

We're in the waiting room sat on the tiny, uncomfortable, plastic chairs waiting to be called in, James is starring at a magazine, clearly not actually reading it whilst I just stare at a wall worrying about what could go wrong when my name is called. I slowly walk towards the door not really trusting my legs. "If you could just lie on the bed and lift your top up please," The sonographer tells me. Slowly I make my way up onto the table and lie down. I can feel my heart beating so hard it might break my ribcage and all I can think about is the that I'm about to see my baby. I get gel rubbed on my stomach making me flinch a little at the cold. Slowly a black and white fuzzy picture becomes visible on a screen, I'm no doctor so I don't know what is what but still my eyes a fixed on the screen trying to see my tiny baby for the first time ever. That's when I hear the sonographer gasp.

I don't know what's wrong but I know that something isn't right. Me and James get told that a doctor is having to look at the scan to double check something but we are told no more and are still left in the dark as to what is going on with our tiny, precious baby. When the doctor arrives I am visably shaking, I'm so scared, what's going on?

That's when I hear something I never expected "you appear to be having sextuplets"