Baby Deyes: A Zalfie Fanfiction

Week Twenty Seven: Contractions and Confused

For those of you who care, in my early entry exams I got BB with A* in one module 😎 I'm extremely proud of myself!! I've also just hit 10K reads, which is amazing, but... My reads have kind of gone down - a lot - and so I really need you guys to share it; and read it, of course! I'm so sorry for the delay; I've just started Year Eleven, been to Italy, had way too much coursework, am starring in a Drama CAT on Monday
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I woke up with a start. Alfie was snoring away beside me and Kelsey was kicking my back. I looked at the window through half closed eyes and yawned. I could tell it was morning but I was starving hungry and I could tell I was starting to get low blood pressure from the way I got very slightly dizzy when I stood up.
Alfie rolled over. "Where are you going?" He mumbled.
"I'm hungry." I explained. "I'll just go and get some toast then come back."
When I got downstairs and checked the clock, Nala scurrying round my feet, I felt a sharp pain in my lower back.
"Ouch, Kelsey! Don't kick me that hard!"
I didn't think that much of it and continued to make some breakfast.
However, about ten minutes later another gash of pain drove itself into my back.
I started to panic.
"Alfiiieee..."
"Yes Zozee?" Alfie hurried in, trying to comb through his hair with his fingertips.
"I was going to bring the toast up!" I said, starting to cry. "I wanted to bring the toast up."
"Hormones are a bitch." Alfie said sympathetically, leading me and the toast upstairs. "Why did you call me?"
"I had a stomach cramp, but it's too early. I'm not in labour."
Alfie stopped. "Contractions?"
"Maybe. Probably just Braxton Hicks. I read about them in the baby books." I did, wiping away my tears and trying to divert Alfie back upstairs. "I'll be fine, don't - owwww OWWWW!"
Alfie dropped the plate of toast and picked me up like a baby. He ran upstairs, me a wailing, protesting bundle in his arms. He dragged my pajamas off and replaced them with a pretty maternity vest and cotton trackies, along with his own top and shorts.
"Alfie, where are we going?!" I asked frantically as he handed me a piece of toast and almost threw me into the car.
"Hospital." Alfie panted, starting the engine.
"What?! No Alfie! I'm fine! Honestly!" I rattled the door. "Unlock the door!"
Alfie drove away, beeping a pedestrian as he sped off. "You're twenty seven weeks pregnant and having screaming pitch contractions every few minutes. I'm taking you to hospital whether you like it or not."
Hearing that made it suddenly more real. What if my little girl was born too early? What if I needed a Caesarean? How bad will the pain get? I felt tears leaking onto my cheek as I gasped for breath.
"Zoe, no. Calm down. We don't have time. It'll be okay, I didn't mean to scare you. But this might be dangerous."
By the time I got to hospital it didn't feel real anymore. I was spaced out with a sedative almost the second I walked through the door and a tired-looking doctor strapped me to a monitor as nurses rushed to check the heartbeat. After a few minutes, or maybe hours, the doctor walked in and said: "Well Mrs Deyes. We've run diagnostics, and it's alright. It was just Braxton Hicks contractions - practice contractions. You'll be bedridden at home for a few days, and then up and about as usual."
I was feeling very floaty, so I turned to Alfie. "Seeeeeee? They were make-believe contractions. I feel like I've had a happy pill. Have I had a happy pill?!" I started waving my arm in the air. "Oh look, I can make my hand FLYYYYYY! Alfie look, my arrrrm floats!"
"It's a mild reaction to the sedative." The doctor explained to Alfie. "She'll be normal by midday. We'll give her some painkillers and a few drugs for the Braxtons. You'll be free to go in three, four hours tops."
"Are you sure not any earlier?" Alfie asked. "She hates hospitals, she gets panic attacks. If the medicine wears off by twelve and we might not be out until one, even two o'clock, she'll need more sedative."
The doctor nodded. "I'll make a note of it for her file. We'll re-dose her."
When we were finally released, me still a little too happy from the drugs, Alfie asked a nurse to wheel me to the car in a wheelchair, despite me trying a few wobbly steps and demanding that I be allowed to walk myself all the way home. Alfie heaved me into the passenger seat and filled my mouth with malteasers to stop me talking so loudly.
After eventually getting inside, I went to sleep for a while to wait for the sedative to wear off. When I woke up I was full alert so I decided to film a baby clothes haul.
"So this week, I have a small confession... I maybe went to spend a little bit too much on baby clothes! I bought almost everything that we'll need for our little girl."
After showing dress after babygro after vest for almost an hour, I finished the video and sat down to edit. The computer screen was making me a little woozy so it took me a couple of hours longer to edit. I tweeted saying "New video up soon! Prepare for tiny baby clothes!" and clicked upload.
I need to update this more often...