It has been three weeks since Isaac, Kaitlyn and I came home from Amsterdam. Today is the day of my 16 week appointment. My mum is in the hospital. She has been for a week now. She won't be able to come to my appointment but dad and I are going to see her afterwards. She hasn't got long left.
Dad and I are currently sitting in the car, driving to the hospital. I am getting bigger and bigger by the day. I'm still not that big yet, but I definitely look pregnant. My hands rest on my stomach as he drives us through the roads.
I am wearing light blue, maternity skinny jeans with a yellow t-shirt. I am wearing white converses as shoes. Dad is wearing beige trousers with a blue shirt. He is wearing some black, smart looking, shoes.
"How are you feeling this morning?" Dad asks.
"Fine." I say. "Just a little tired."
I've been letting my hair grow out; I have been since finding out I haven't got cancer anymore. It is now down to my shoulders in a layered bob sort of style, but it looks good. I like it.
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The appointment was amazing; we listened to their heart beats. We saw how beautiful they looked. Dr Maria, who is going to be my midwife all the way through this pregnancy, and will be delivering these babies when the time comes, talked about how they are developing and what they are doing and the symptoms I might experience. They're healthy.
After the appointment, dad and I walk to the room where my mum is. Dad knocks on the door and my mum calls us in, weakly.
We walk into the room to find her on the bed, looking pale and half asleep.
"Hey. How did your appointment go sweetie?" She asks me as dad and I sit in the chairs on either side of the bed.
"It went fine. They're both healthy. Do you want to see the picture?" I ask.
She nods and I take the picture of the ultrasound out of my bag and give it to her.
"They're beautiful." She says.
"I know." I say.
"How are you feeling, love?" Dad asks her.
"Tired." My mum says.
"You can let go, if you want, mum. We'll be all right. I love you." I say.
"I love you too, sweetie. And I love my grandchildren. And I love you, Michael." My mum says, tears threatening to fall out of her eyes.
"I love you, too." Dad replies.
"Are you in pain?" I ask. I have asked this every day since I got home from Amsterdam. She always answered with a no, but I don't know if it's because she really wasn't in pain or if she wanted me to think she wasn't but actually she was.
"Yes." She says, looking at me with tears now falling down her cheeks.
"It's okay." I say. "It's going to be over soon." I add, I hold her hand, her other hand is already in my dad's.
"Look after my grandchildren for me. And Michael, look after all of them for me." She says.
"I will, Fran. I'll look after them." Dad says, I nod.
"Be brave, Hazel. I'm sorry I can't be there with you, to hold your hand." She says.
"It's okay. I'll have dad, and Gus' mum, and Isaac, and Kaitlyn. We'll be okay." I say, tears now threatening to fall out of my eyes. "Say hi to Gus for me. Look after him."
"I will. We'll watch over you all, together." She says.
My mum starts struggling for breath.
"I... love... all... of... you." She wheezes before falling unconscious.
She's still alive, the machines tell us that. But it doesn't stop the tears from escaping my eyes. Or my dad's for that matter.
She looks dead. She looks still. She looks pale. She looks lifeless.
The machine flat lines.
She's gone.
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RomantikIt has been four weeks. Four weeks since Augustus and I had lost our virginities to each other in Amsterdam. He is in the hospital, dying, and I can't do anything to stop it. I love him so much and he's dying. He's leaving me. I always thought that...
