Jones Family Short Stories

Tumor with the baby

I got this idea from The Good Doctor.

Emma's POV

I was 5 months pregnant. I was showing. But not too much. I was sleeping with Killian,(in the middle of the day!) when I woke up with a pain in my stomach. "Ah." I said not too loud, clutching my stomach. "Emma what happened?" Killing asks sitting up.

"Nothing. Just my stomach hurts that's all." I respond. "Are you sure?" Killian says. I nod. He puts his hand on my stomach. The the pain shoots back. I clutch it harder, holding back a wince. "Emma if we need to go to the hos-" Killian suggests before I cut him off.

"Killian. Really. I'm fine." I say with a chuckle. Anyone in the entire world could tell it was fake. So obviously, he doesn't buy it. He pulls me closer to him. The pain shoots once again and I wince. "Okay. Maybe I do need to go." I say. And as soon as I say that Killian jumps up and helps me off the bed. I easily walked to the car. Killian drove since I couldn't have concentrated on the road.

I took a deep breath quietly. I don't want to scare Killian. This is his first baby in the modern world and he has absolutely no idea of what to do. But somehow, he knows. We drove to the hospital. I told Killian to just drive normally because I wasn't in that much pain. I was terrified. What if something bad happens to the this baby too? Did I forget to mention I already had miscarriage becuse I got into an accident where a big peice of glass was lodged in my stomach. Killing it on the spot. And I was 4 months along and had to get it surgically removed.

We made it to the hospital. I got out and walked into the building. But before I did I stopped Killian to talk to him. "Killian. I don't want you be scared. I mean, it could be something stupid." I say taking his hand. He nods. "I know love. But there is a chance it won't be something stupid. I just want this one to work out." He says kissing my cheek. "Me too. Don't ever think I will forget our first one." I say. My nose burned just thinking about him.

He nods. We continue walking. The Pain turned from shooting to throbbing. I asked for Dr. Anna. After just 5 minutes they called for us. I told Killian to stay there. Anna said a nurse was going to call him in when I was ready. They told me to take off my shoes and get in the bed. I did as told. "Can you bring in Killian please?" I ask when they were hooking me up to machines. A nurse nods and walks out of the room.

A few minutes later he walked in. Good thing Dr. Anna already asked me what was going on. She walks in again with a ultrasound machine. "So we're just going to do an ultrasound to figure out what it is." She says. Killian phone rang so he went outside to take it. She put the gel on the probe and put it on my stomach. It was cold. I just flinched. She moved it around. She had the look of concentration until it turned to fear.

"Oh no." She muttered. I was going to wait until she said something. But now I was even more scared. "Um. Mrs. Jones. There's no easy way to say this, but-" she was saying very slowly. "Please just tell me." I beg. "You have a tumor...with you baby." She said. What!? I couldn't believe it. I couldn't speak. Killian came back in. "Mr. Jones. She has a tumor inside her uterus with the baby." She explains.

He is shocked. "What can we do?" I ask. She looks at the monitor again. "It seems the tumor is connected to the baby. Since a tumor grows faster than a baby. The only thing to do I to terminate the tumor and baby." She said with as much care as possible. "Leading me to have another miscarriage! There has to be another way!" I plead. I dont know what I would do if I have another one.

"There... is. But its too risky. Its taking the baby out, cutting off the tumor and putting back in. But there are too many risks to that. The tumor could grow again, killing the baby and possibly you. We could put the baby in the wrong way, the urterus wall could break, causing unwanted blood to drown the baby." She protests. No. I wanted to take the risk. I thought for a moment. Do I really want to take the risk?