A Country Music Love Story (Chris Young)

Chapter 17

A couple of weeks later, Chris was on the road and I was at home with my dad and Trisha. I had on a pair of black leggings and a long sleeve white T-Shirt and brown Uggs with my hair back in a French braid and no makeup. My dad and I were sitting on the couch laughing and joking around and all of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. 

After Trisha and my dad rushed me to the ER, we were admitted immediately for privacy. When the doctor came in for a pelvic exam, my dad left and I grabbed Trisha's hand and she stood beside the head of the bed and held my left hand. "Let's get an ultrasound real quick", the doctor said and left the room. When she came back, she had a machine with her. "This will be a tad cold", she said and squirt the jelly onto my belly. The look on her face told me all I needed to know. "I'm sorry, Mrs.Young, but you are having a miscarriage.. I'll have you admitted to a room upstairs for observation". 

When she left, my dad came back into the room and I busted into tears. My dad wrapped his arms around me as I sobbed into him. "Call... Ch... Chris", I choked out. Trisha grabbed her cell phone and headed outside.

A few hours later, they had given me a sedative to calm me down and took me up to a private room on the 5th floor. 

As they kept the meds to keep me calm flowing, I fell asleep between midnight and 3 AM. 

I woke up a few hours later I woke up and looked around the room. Trisha and my dad were gone and Chris was laying on my left side with my left hand in his and he was crying. I squirmed, trying to get comfortable, and he lifted his head and looked at me and smiled weakly. His eyes were red and puffy from crying and I squeezed his hand. "Lauren, I'm so sorry. I should've been here, I -" "Chris, it's OK.. We couldn't have predicted this... Don't beat yourself up about it". He sat up and sat on the side of the bed and bent down and kissed me. 

A few hours later, the doctor came in and said I could go home and if anything got worse, to come back.

When we got home, Chris followed me up to the bedroom and helped me change clothes. I got my leggings off and changed into one of Chris' shirts and I started crying again. "I'm gonna head off to the store and get some things for dinner, do you... Hey, come here". He walked into the bedroom and pulled me into him and I felt my knees buckle. He sat me down on the bed and crawled onto it beside me and pulled me into his chest. "I'm sorry", I said. "What are you sorry for?" "I'm supposed to protect our baby while it's in the whomb.. I'm supposed to be the safest place for our baby and -" "There is no way in Hell you could've seen this coming, Lauren. Please don't beat yourself up about this. It wasn't your fault", he said and kissed the top of my head. We spent the rest of the night laying in bed and watching TV. 

I had read that some couples can't work through a miscarriage. That a miscarriage tears couples apart. 

This isn't tearing us apart. In fact, I think it's bringing us closer together.