Beyoncé Knowles, a prized possession at New York Presbyterian, is one of the best orthopedic surgeons to grace the medical scene. Despite her chaotic life at home, she maintains a calm demeanor in the public and is seen as a leader to all who encoun...
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Soft R&B played through my car speakers while I sipped on my unfavorable choice of hot chocolate, despite my urge for some caffeine. With the weather so nice for the month of May, my mood was immediately heightened and I was able to block out any unnecessary negativity since these pass two weeks were no walk in the park; I needed to stay strong, regardless of the outcome. Once the light turned green, I pressed on the gas pedal to accelerate through traffic before it was time to make a right turn into the doctor's office parking lot. I grabbed my purse and coffee cup before locking my doors, then took the elevator up to the fifth floor. Opening the door to the office of my trusted OBGYN, I went straight to sign in then took a seat in the waiting area. I was thankful that the setting wasn't as crowded, so I had the chance to digest what exactly was going through my mind about this new baby. When Blake told me that I was on the cusp of 2 months, it was not hard to pinpoint the exact time in which our new life was conceived; I only held a small worry since at the time I had still partook in alcohol beverages. On the flip side, I felt oddly out of place as the other mother's sat happily beside their significant others. I wanted nothing more than for Jay to be here to calm my nerves, but that wasn't an option .. at least for now.
"Beyoncé Knowles!" The medical assistant announced. I exited my thoughts then rose to my feet to follow her back to the triage room. She took my weight and vital signs then led me to my room before instructing me to undress from the bottom down. Right away, I looked down at my romper and gave her look of confusion.
"Do you have a gown instead?"
"Absolutely. Here you go!" She handed me the dull blue gown before leaving out of the room. I stripped right away then got cozy on the practice table while waiting for my doctor.
A few minutes had gone by before I heard two soft knocks on the door. My doctor, Mrs. High, reveled herself on the other side. "Beyoncé! It's so good to see you!" She exclaimed once our eyes met.
"Ooh I don't think you'll be happy to see me today!" I said with a laugh. She looked down at my chart and allowed her mouth to fall open.
"16 years later and you're back again!"
"Tragic isn't it?"
We shared another laugh while she washed and dried her hands. "I'm actually very excited to see that this is the reason why you're here; congratulations!"
"Thank you."
"Trying or no try?" She inquired.
"Eh.. both?" I said with hesitation. She nodded her head to show me she understood, then prepped her instruments for my thorough examination. "There isn't an ultrasound today, right?" I asked.
"There will be. Why the hesitation?"
"The father can't be here today and I really don't want to see anything other than knowing that the baby is okay." I said with a sigh.
