One Big Mistake

Ch-50 Problems

I walked across the restaurant with a tray filled with plates of food. I feel light headed and nauseous, my feet hurt and I've been here for 6 hours already.

"The chicken was yours, and the hamburger was yours correct?" I placed the plates in front of them and tried to keep focus as I felt extremely light headed and ill all at once. I need to sit down. "Anything else?" I asked while putting my hand on my stomach.

"A refill for my coffee," the gentleman told me and I nodded turning towards the kitchen. I'll go sit in the walk in or something because I am sweating. I'm going to pass out if I don't sit down immediately I can feel it. I made eye contact with the bus boy before I went out cold, dropping in the middle of the dining area.

I awoke to a bright light and I immediately shielded my eyes. After a minute I uncovered my eyes and looked around at all of the staring eyes and the people trying to help me. I stood up and one of the waitresses was helping support me.

"I'm fine," I smiled and hobbled into the kitchen so I wouldn't cause anymore of a scene. "Do you think I could get out of here a little early? I think I should go home," I spoke and held my belly, feeling no kicks or movement.

"You shouldn't drive,"she told me and I shook my head.

"I'm fine. I just need water. Please cover me," I begged and finally she gave in. On my drive home I stopped once because I felt as if I might go unconscious again but luckily I was fine and I made it home in one piece.

"What are you doing home so early?" Cole asked as I walked through the door.

"I passed out in the middle of the dining room," I told him and hung my keys up. I slipped off my shoes and accepted his quick kiss.

"Are you okay?" He questioned and I nodded while feeling our baby girl use me as a punching bag. At least she's letting me know she's okay.

"I'm going to lay down and take a nap before you go to work," I said as I checked on the boys while they took their nap and then planned on going straight to bed.

"You're not fine," Cole told me as he followed me into the bedroom. He walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, feeling my stomach.

"Yes I am," I assured him and leaned back into him feeling the most comfortable I have been all day.

"I think you should quit your job now. I'll step up and work overtime," he kissed the side of my head and still held me tight.

"No. I don't want you doing all of the work," I mumbled as I felt a strong kick by my belly button.

"You're doing a lot already. You're growing our baby girl, I think that's a lot on its own," he let go of me and I sat down on the bed because my feet hurt.

"I'll think about," I told him and he helped me get situated for a nap.

The next day I went into work despite what Cole wanted. I don't want to leave it all up to him to provide for five people. He'll have to work longer hours and I don't want him overworking himself.

"How are you feeling honey?" One of the older waitresses asked.

"Just about as good as I did yesterday," I shrugged and used the counter for support so I wouldn't be putting so much pressure on my feet.

"Still bad? Did you drink a lot of water and rest up?" She offered advice. I nodded.

"I tried," I answered and thought about how horrible yesterday ended up being. The boys cried a lot and were very needy and little miss inside of me was very active, positioning herself very uncomfortably. I thought about calling my mom because I couldn't handle it but I felt like that would give her reason to say I told you so.