Chapter 155 - "Hormonal Mess..."

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Chapter 155 - "Hormonal Mess..."

Clara's PoV

I woke up the following morning at about half past 9 and felt a little weird when I did wake up.

What didn't help was the five year old who had somehow made it into the bed with me. But what I couldn't work out was how?

I had been at the hospital all night so it was weird that she was here. Nice though. It was nice to wake up with her presence in the bed, and a tiny baby wriggling in the small plastic cot next to my bed.

It instantly set me off into water works. That and the few cards that had been opened and spread around the room.

John had already told me about how many bunches of flowers we had at home from our work and his work and friends. It was just crazy.

'Morning' John hummed.

'What on earth is she doing here?' I scoffed.

'Don't even go there. This is the calmest she's been all morning' he groaned sitting down in the chair next to the bed.

'When was the last time you slept? You look exhausted?'

'About 72 hours ago. I had to go and get her from your Dads at about half past two when she would not settle. She was being sick again and stropping and making herself I'll basically. So I had no choice. Then I couldn't go home because I had to come back here. So she had to come too. Then she saw you and instantly zonked out'

'Go to sleep. I can watch them'

'How? You keep bursting into tears every five minutes' he said rolling his eyes.

'Well I'll stop. I can not cry. It'll be fine' I hummed pursing my lips together to stop myself from crying and to stop tears leaking from my eyes.

'Please Clara. Your a hormonal mess. I cannot go home and leave you with a five year old alone'

'What's the point in your burning yourself out? Your best off going home - getting some kip. And come back later'

'I've got her rucksack here. All her medications are in there. Make sure she takes them. Get a nurse or something to get her some food and when I come back I'll bring the others' he said with a small smile but I was just concerned about him even driving. He was exhausted.

'I can deal with her' I hummed.

- - -

Turns out I was in way over my head this morning. It was okay because she didn't wake up until like half past 10 but when she did wake up she was really grouchy and clingy.

Which didn't help with the whole being new to breast feeding thing. My boobs just kept leaking all over the place and she kept asking questions like why Harry wasn't eating out of a bottle like Henry.

It was a little easier to explain that one because Lucie died so it was physically impossible to give him breast milk.

'Hey. Why don't you come and look at your little brother?' I suggested.

'What's his name?'

'Harry' I said as she climbed up onto the bed that I was on again and looked over the cot. I had just about managed to get myself to the toilet this afternoon so there was no way I was going to be lifting her onto a bed.

'I yike that name' she said with a smile giving him a bit of a poke.

He just wriggled and looked up at her with big brown eyes which I had to say we're even more adorable on him than the girls.

'Well I'm glad he's got your approval' I laughed, as I burst into tears again for no apparent reason than the fact that it was such a cute moment.

'Why are you crying Mummy? You don't need to be sad' Poppy said clinging onto my neck as a nurse walked in.

'I'm not sad duckling. I'm just a little bit emotional at the moment' I smiled.

'I can't wait to tell people at school that I have a little brother again' she said excitedly.

'I'm sure you can't' I laughed through the tears.

'Are you okay Clara?' The nurse asked handing me a bottle of water and started checking things.

'I'm okay. Just a little hormonal at the moment'

'It's totally understandable. You've just had a baby' she chuckled. 'Would you like me to bath him?'

'Huh?'

'Well we always give a baby a good bath before discharge. Your both being discharged this evening'

'Holy shit? Are you telling me I'm taking my baby home this evening?'

'Yep. Baby is healthy and your okay too' she said assuringly, lifting Harry out of the cot and taking him out of the room with her. 'You'll get the hang of the feeding thing. Just don't rush into anything' she instructed.

I felt suddenly lonely even though I still had Poppy in the room with me. It all just seemed to fast.

- - -

'Wow. You dress to impress you do' John smirked as he came into the room with Poppy playing on my phone and me dressed in one of John's oversized hoodies, leggings and scruffy hair.

I was in so much pain I just hadn't had a chance to do my hair just yet.

'Shut up' I scoffed, rolling my eyes still packing up things like cards and baby grows. There was so many of them.

'Well I bought the car seat that I was instructed to bring and put the basket out in our room. I think Henry is looking forward to having a room mate'

'Did you tell him?'

'Yep. He seems pretty happy to be having a little brother'

We had told them that we didn't know but that if it was a girl it would share a room with Poppy and if it was a boy then it shares a room with Henry.

I think it will do the world of good to Henry. He would have a little room mate to play with and maybe sleep a little better instead of always trying to get into bed with someone else.

'Can I hold the baby?' Poppy asked, as we both looked at each other. Oh how was we going to explain this one?

'Umm' I mumbled starting to cry again as John rolled his eyes at my over emotional state again and picked Poppy up into his arms.

'The thing is munchkin because your still a little bit sick and having a different treatment - you can't really hold him because he's very little and we don't want him getting sick? You remember how Mummy can't come into the room when you have scans and special therapy... Well it's like that' he said trying to make it sound okay but really it was something we would have to be very careful of.

It's bad enough that we have to keep the other kids germs away from Poppy because her immune system is so poor - now we have to keep Poppy away from the baby.

- - -

'Is he in?' I hummed as I watched John fiddling with the car seat.

'It will be. I've had kids before Clara. Go and get in the car' he scoffed having a mental fight with the bloody car seat.

I knew it was a terrible idea to get a new one, but unfortunately the law on baby car seats changes like every year and since it had been two and a half years since we've used one of these - we had to get a new one.

'There. I think he's in' he huffed shutting the door.

'I don't feel confident on think' I growled.

'He's fine. He'll be okay' he shrugged lifting Poppy into the front seat.

'I get to control the music Daddy. I'm sittering in the front' Poppy clapped excitedly.

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