A Perfect Mistake

Chapter 10

I had to stay in the hospital for 2 more days. It turned out I was quite sick. I had low blood pressure (79/42). I had uncontrollable vomiting. I had a bad case of diarrhea. But my OB/GYN Dr. Heather Tate and the nurses worked hard to make me feel better.

2 days later after being admitted through the hospital, on Tuesday, April 19, Dr. Tate announced that I'm healthy for being 7 weeks pregnant and I'm allowed to go home.

"Yay!" I cry with joy. 

I'm sick of being in the hospital! The hospital is a depressing place to stay in. I feel sorry for the people who have to stay in the hospital for weeks, months, and even years. A few days nearly killed me - and, no, I'm not being dramatic.

Everyone are also excited that I get to finally leave and return home. Dad and Dylan and Gina didn't see me most of the time during my visit, but Mom took a few days off from work to stay with me and Eva and Mitchell skipped school for a few days as well to stay with me. They're so kind and thoughtful and supportive. (That being said, Mitchell should be able to go through the pregnancy with me since it's partly his fault I'm pregnant in the 1st place, and luckily he did without pleads from anyone.)

Anyway, at 4:00 in the afternoon, I'm released from the hospital, and I'm in the back seat of Mom's car, on the way home.

"I'm so glad that you're well now, sweetie." Mom tells me with an open smile on her face and her eyes twinkled as she looks at me through the rearview mirror.

"Me too, Mommy." I reply, also smiling open wide. I haven't called her Mommy in years ever since I was a little kid. 

"Me too, Cassie." Eva pipes up. 

Eva is sitting in the front seat. She isn't as mad at me anymore, but she is mad at Mitchell. It doesn't make sense that she's mad at Mitchell, but not me since it's both of our faults about what happened.

"Eva, I appreciate that you're still my best friend and you're still there for me despite the fact I betrayed our friendship." I say gratefully.

"Cassie, of course I wouldn't let your silly mistake make us break up. We've been best friends ever since we were 4. That's 11 freaking years. That's a freaking long time. No matter what happens, we'll be best friends forever and ever."

"Thank God for that. You're so nice, Eva."

"I know I am."

We giggle.

"You're so modest," I tease.

We giggle again, even a giggle escapes Mom's mouth.

"You girls are so adorable," Mom remarks, still openly and widely smiling.

"Hey, Eva, are you still mad at Mitchell?" I ask her, brushing off Mom's remark.

Eva huffs and puffs. "Hell yeah, I'm pissed off at Mitchell."

"You should let go, Eva. It was an accident."

"No way! It definitely wasn't an accident. Number 1, he crushed on you and kept it a secret from both of us. Number 2, he hit on you in the bathroom at our house during the party. Number 3, he  had sex with you. Number 4, he didn't use protection and got you pregnant. He's a fucking asshole and I'm pissed off at him."

"Watch your language, young lady!" Mom admonishes. She hates cuss words and she's very against of people cussing, especially kids and teens.

"Sorry," Eva apologizes.

"Eva, a lot of what Mitchell did I should've stopped. Instead I let him take advantage of me and I let myself crush on him."

"Well, Mitchell is the one who started all of this crap. He's irresistible, so I understand why you fell in his trap. So, yeah, I think my reasons are fair enough for me to be mad at him."

I sigh. It's obvious that I can't change her mind and feelings about her brother. "Okay. Fine. I just wondered if you're still mad at him."

"Okay. Let's just drop it, okay?"

"Okay."

We're at my house now. We climb out of the car and walk into the house.

"Do you wanna sleep over and have a girl's night?" I ask Eva.

Eva is about to reply, but Mom intervenes.

"Absolutely not, Cassie," Mom says firmly. "First of all, it's a school night. Second of all, you girls missed a lot of school, so you can't afford to miss any more school. So no, Eva can't sleep over and you girls can't have a girls' nights. I'm sorry."

I nod my head. "Okay, I understand, Mom. You're right."

Eva nods her head. "Yeah, I get it. Well, Cassie, I'm gonna go home. I'll see you tomorrow at school."

"Okay, bye, Eva." I wave my hand, gesturing goodbye.

"Bye, Cassie." She waves her hand.

I watch her walk out of the house and walk down the street. (Her house is only the next neighborhood next to mine.)

"Oh, honey, I got a few things for you to have," Mom tells me.

"What is it?" I ask, a little excited. Maybe it's gifts?

Mom rummages around the kitchen and finds a stack of papers and a pamphlet. 

"This is your schoolwork you missed." Mom informs, handing me the stack of papers.

I look at it in disgust. Chemistry notes and worksheets, ew. A copy of several Animal Farm chapters and several writing prompts for Animal Farm, ew. Geometry notes and worksheets, ew. Government notes and a Government take-home quiz and a copy of Government sections to read taken off from the textbook, ew. 

"And," Mom says, handing me a pamphlet that says "A Guide for Teen Moms". "This is an informational pamphlet for teen moms and and stuff about how to deal with teen pregnancies and teen parenting tips, etc. Dr. Tate gave me this for me to give it to you."

I look at it in interest. "That looks helpful." I say. "Thanks, Mom."

"No problem, sweetie. Now go to your room and start your makeup work, okay?" 

"Okay, Mom."

I obey her.

By 8:00, I'm finished with all of my makeup work. My brain really hurts right now. Schoolwork is exhausting and stressful!

I eat my late dinner. 

When I go back to my room, I glimpses over the pamphlet. I read the first section called: "You're Pregnant! What Do You Do?" Basically it talks about abortion, adoption, and keeping the baby, along with other stuff.

I'm not sure if I should abort, give it up for adoption, or keep it and raise it.

I analyze the choices long and carefully.

At the end of my analyzation, I decide I shouldn't abort it or give it up for adoption; I should keep it and raise it even though it'll be difficult.

I have a feeling that I'm going to love my baby a lot. In fact, I'm already starting to fall in love with him or her already. But that doesn't mean that I'm ready to be a mom at age 15...