I am thirty two weeks pregnant now; I am still going to the hospital every week to have an ultrasound. My little girl is still smaller than she should be but they aren't able to tell what's wrong until she's born. Which should be soon, in a few weeks maybe.
Peter's first draft of 'Okay?' was amazing. I told him to stick with it as I loved it and he got everything right. It doesn't end in the middle of a
Like An Imperial Affliction does. It ends with Gus watching me read his letter to me from the Capital 'S' somewhere and me saying 'Okay.'
He has sent the draft to a publisher and is waiting to hear back from them.
The baby shower was a success. I received many things for the babies and the nurseries are now done and amazing. They have decorated them so beautifully I know my babies will love them. I love them.
Right now I am sitting in the living room, watching TV, which seems to be one of the only things I can do now that I am huge. I am wearing grey jogging bottoms and a dark blue t-shirt. My dad has gone grocery shopping and he needed to go to work to pick up some paperwork.
After another half an hour of watching TV I start to feel tired. So I turn off the TV and lay down on the sofa. I close my eyes and drift into a peaceful sleep.
At least, it was peaceful, until I wake up with a pain in my stomach.
I sit up and rub my stomach. It's probably just another one of those Braxton hicks; I've been getting them a lot these past few weeks.
I turn the TV back on, deciding not to go back to sleep.
I manage to watch TV for another twenty five minutes before the pain comes back, a lot more painful than it was before. I clench the sofa in my hands and groan through the pain.
That is when I start to worry.
Usually, when I get Braxton hicks, there is at least an hour between them. Never have I had them this close before. Or this painful.
"No, no, no, no, no. It's too early. Not now." I whisper, rubbing my stomach.
When the contraction is fully gone I decide to call my dad. So I stand up and walk to the hallway, where the phone is. I pick it up and dial his mobile number.
He picks up after three rings.
"Hazel, are you okay?" He asks.
"No." I say, I feel tears pooling in my eyes.
"What's the matter?" He asks, worried.
"I think I'm in labour." I tell him, a tear falls down my cheek.
"How many contractions have you had?" He asks.
"Two, but they were twenty five minutes apart, with my Braxton hicks they are at least an hour apart. Also these hurt a lot more than Braxton hicks. And the second one was more painful than the first." I tell him.
"Have your waters broke?" He asks.
"No." I say.
"Okay. I'll be home as soon as I can, I'll just pay for the groceries and I'll come straight home, all right." He says.
"Please hurry. I'm scared." I cry, tears are pouring down my cheeks now.
"Okay. I'll be home in about half an hour. Just breathe and remain calm, get comfortable, all right." He says.
"Okay." I say before putting the phone down in its holder.
I start to walk back to the living room when another contraction hits me; I cry out in pain and hold onto the door frame as hard as I can. I feel a warm liquid running down my legs.
I sit on the floor so that my back is against the wall.
There is a knock on the door.
"Hazel, are you okay? I heard you crying out in pain." Isaac asks.
"Isaac, the spare key is under the door mat, come in." I say.
Soon I hear the door opening and Isaac looks at me, worried. He rushes over to me and grabs my hand.
"Hazel, what's going on?" He asks, worried.
"The babies are coming." I cry.
"It's okay. It's going to be okay. Where is your stuff and I'll get you to the hospital." He says.
"How?" I ask.
"I passed my driving test. I came round to show you my car." He says.
"Congratulations." I say, smiling a little.
"Thank you." He says. "Where is your bag?"
"Don't leave me." I say.
"Hazel, I need to get you to the hospital." He says.
"No, I'm waiting for my dad." I say.
"Hazel, you need to get to the hospital, now. Your daughter is smaller than she should be, something could be wrong and that might be why you went into labour this early." He says.
"I don't want you to leave me. My dad will be here soon." I cry.
"Hazel, I'll be gone for a few seconds then I will come back and get you in the car and take you to the hospital." He says.
I am about to say something when another contraction comes and I cry out in pain, squeezing Isaac's hand as the pain shoots through my body.
"It's okay, I'm here." Isaac says.
My dad arrives as I'm having the contraction and he rushes over to me, taking my other hand.
"Hazel, it's all right. I'm here now. How long have you been here Isaac?" My dad asks. My contraction finally subsides and I slump back against the wall.
"About ten minutes. She refused to let me take her to the hospital." Isaac answers.
"Go, get her bag, it's in the laundry room, so are the car seats but we don't need those yet." My dad says. Isaac nods before leaving.
"Where are the groceries?" I ask.
"In the car, but you are more important than they are. Also they are all in cool bags that I took with me just in case you went into labour whilst I was out. They are all cool. I called Dr Maria on the way home, she's getting a room ready for you." He says.
When Isaac gets back they help me up and into Isaac's car, which is a red Ford Focus. My dad and I are in the back, my head in his lap as I lay on my side. Isaac drives us to the hospital and we get there in ten minutes.
I hope my babies are okay.
To be continued.
Sorry it took me a while to update. I had two birthday parties, I got my GCSE results and I have been getting ready for college, which starts on September 8th.
Sorry to say this but updates will come less frequently but I will still update. This story has a lot further to go.
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