What's wrong with me?

Chapter:17

I woke up on my side. I finally had to sit up. Andy was out cold. I did not feel good at all. I stood up and walked to the nursery. I sat down in the rocker and took a breather. He's moving viciously and is refusing to settle. I've started sleeping when he sleeps. School finally was out, once I really started showing I didn't want to go out in public anymore for not only my safety but our baby's.

I fell asleep in the rocker when he finally stilled as I was rocking. I woke up when I sensed Andy nearby. "Sorry for waking you baby." He said. I shook my head. "I was dozing." I told him. "Nah. I know better. You were dead asleep and woke up when I came close to you." He said.

"He kept moving and didn't let me sleep until I came in here and started rocking." I said. "Then I will get you a more comfortable rocking chair. One you will be comfortable sleeping in instead of this wooden one that hurts you." He said. "I don't need it." I told him. "If we are going to be having more kids, then you do need it." He said. "I'm one month from laying in the hospital and having our baby." I said.

"So?" He asked. "I don't need it this late." I said. He kissed my cheek. "And tomorrow is the final check up." I said. He kissed my forehead. "Don't worry baby. I'll finish the nursery tomorrow and then we don't have to worry about it for the rest of the month." He said.

"What time is it?" I asked yawning. "Two in the morning." He answered. "Ten is when the ultrasound is." I said. "Come back to bed." He said. I shook my head. He moved from his spot and went in another room. Then came back with a few pillows. He helped me stand up then put the pillows around the chair.

I then sat down in the pillow covered chair. It felt more comfortable. He got the stool for the rocker and put my feet up on it. "Get some rest baby." He said. He kissed me before he turned a lamp off that I had turned on when I came in. I was not wanting to sleep but fell asleep a few minutes later.

I woke up an hour before I had to go to the appointment. I went to stand and had to sit down as a round of pains hit me. Andy was rushing into the room. "Baby. Tell me what you feel." He said. "Pain." I said. He picked me up. He rushed me to the hospital. They checked me out quickly. The doctor I was supposed to be seeing came in.

"Baby looks great. Wanting to come a month early. We can either stop the process or continue. His lungs may not be fully developed yet." The doctor said. I looked at Andy. He had a soft look on his face. "How close?" I asked. "Five minutes from being too late to stop it." He said. I wasn't ready. I looked at Andy again. He held my hand. I nodded. "I don't want to hurt him. He hasn't moved since last night." I said.

Andy didn't know that. "Let's get him out then. He may have dropped last week." The doctor said. They checked the baby's heart rate again. "It's dropping." The nurse said. I didn't want to hear that. 'Tune it out baby. Just listen to me and your body.' Andy told me. My body was telling me to push. I listened to my body. I wanted to hear a cry.

I kept everything tuned out until I almost passed out. "He's out baby. His lungs are weak still. He's going to have to be in the NICU for a week at most." Andy said. I didn't get to hold my baby first. He was on a heating pad and hooked up to oxygen. He was moving though. I wanted to get up to see him.

I wanted to hold him. But I couldn't. He was slightly blue from lack of oxygen. "I'm glad we went through with delivering him." I told Andy. "I am too. I could tell something wasn't right this morning. He usually wakes you around three then won't sleep until five." He said. I felt drained. It was a success though.

Our baby boy is alive. "Looks like he's doing great in here without any medical help." The doctor said checking on him. "What does that mean?" Andy asked. "I'm wanting to try skin on skin to see if he does better." The doctor said. I looked up at Andy and smiled. He kissed my cheek before going over to see our boy.

He wore one of his button down shirts just in case. He insisted last month that he start wearing them in case we do go to the hospital and I can't do skin on skin at that time. The nurse in the room directed him to sit in the rocker in the room and open his shirt. It was a super cute scene. The little baby we created shorter than his forearm nestled in the crook of his arm against his chest.