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Authors: Roxy Wilson
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expression on her face. She set her clipboard on the edge of the bed and covered Heather’s foot with her hand. “I’m sorry for your loss. This happens sometimes and we don’t always have explanations.”
Tears filled Heather’s eyes and she tried to swallow the lump of sorrow in her throat.
Sean squeezed her hand. “Did we do something wrong?”
The doctor shook her head quickly. “No. Heavens, no. And the last thing I want is you thinking that you could have somehow prevented this. I’ve looked through your records, Heather, and you were doing everything right. No smoking, no drinking, moderate exercise.” She gave her a slight smile that was probably meant to be reassuring. “I’m sorry, honey, but sometimes these things just happen. I wish I could give you an explanation. Best thing to do now is rest. Give it a few weeks and you guys can even start trying again.”
Sean stroked Heather’s arm, but she didn’t respond.
To Sean, the doctor said, “You’re more than welcome to stay, but the chairs in these rooms aren’t super comfy.”
Sean nodded and shook the doctor’s hand; she left them alone. He stared at the closed door for a moment then turned to Heather. “I’m sorry.”
She wanted to apologize too, but her throat didn’t work anymore. She’d clogged it with tears and devastation.
The nurses moved her into a private room and Sean sat beside her bed all night, his head resting at her elbow. She couldn’t even bring herself to touch his hair in a loving gesture or to apologize for how selfish she had been. She knew he loved their baby every bit as much as she had.
But it was nothing compared to how much she loved him.
Searing heat lanced through her chest and a sob tore from her lips. She turned her face to the wall and curled in a ball.
****
Heather woke with a start. The backs of her eyes burned, but she pried them open and forced herself to look around, trying to figure out why she was in a strange room. She moved her hand to finger comb her bed head and felt a sharp sting. Looking down, she caught sight of the IV she was hooked up to. All remnants of sleep quickly left her, and memories of the last two days came crashing back into her consciousness.
Losing the baby.
Sean rushing her to the hospital. The doctor confirming what she’d already known, that she’d lost her baby. Sean and her baby.
Last evening, when she was wheeled to the operating room for the doctor to perform the D&C.
Sean bending over her, his warm breath on her cheek as he kissed her lightly, before the doors closed behind her, separating her from the man whom she loved more than she could express.
When she woke after the surgery, Sean was right by her side, his head resting next to her elbow, his arms wrapped around her. Sleep claimed her soon after. This time she was fully awake, but where was he?
Heather’s arms felt weak, but she forced herself to drag her butt until her back hit the bedpost, without upsetting the IV. Her tongue was swollen in her mouth and she remembered why her eyes burned—it was because she had shed so many tears. She remembered crying herself to sleep sometime around midnight, that first night. And she couldn’t seem to stem the flow for long. Heather’s eyes welled with more tears. She didn’t know when Sean had left or when he was coming back. She needed him to come back.
Where was he?
Daisies stood in a crystal vase on the desk by the window, a note sticking out from between the petals. Heather eased off the bed, feeling a slight discomfort, slipped on her slippers and used the movable IV stand for support as she crossed the room to pluck the envelope free. She returned and gingerly sat on the edge of the bed. She looked at the back of the envelope and saw her name scrawled across it in Sean’s distinctive handwriting. She popped the envelope open.
Heather,
There’s no way for me to make this up to you. I would take it back if I could. Please
Tears filled Heather’s eyes and she tried to swallow the lump of sorrow in her throat.
Sean squeezed her hand. “Did we do something wrong?”
The doctor shook her head quickly. “No. Heavens, no. And the last thing I want is you thinking that you could have somehow prevented this. I’ve looked through your records, Heather, and you were doing everything right. No smoking, no drinking, moderate exercise.” She gave her a slight smile that was probably meant to be reassuring. “I’m sorry, honey, but sometimes these things just happen. I wish I could give you an explanation. Best thing to do now is rest. Give it a few weeks and you guys can even start trying again.”
Sean stroked Heather’s arm, but she didn’t respond.
To Sean, the doctor said, “You’re more than welcome to stay, but the chairs in these rooms aren’t super comfy.”
Sean nodded and shook the doctor’s hand; she left them alone. He stared at the closed door for a moment then turned to Heather. “I’m sorry.”
She wanted to apologize too, but her throat didn’t work anymore. She’d clogged it with tears and devastation.
The nurses moved her into a private room and Sean sat beside her bed all night, his head resting at her elbow. She couldn’t even bring herself to touch his hair in a loving gesture or to apologize for how selfish she had been. She knew he loved their baby every bit as much as she had.
But it was nothing compared to how much she loved him.
Searing heat lanced through her chest and a sob tore from her lips. She turned her face to the wall and curled in a ball.
****
Heather woke with a start. The backs of her eyes burned, but she pried them open and forced herself to look around, trying to figure out why she was in a strange room. She moved her hand to finger comb her bed head and felt a sharp sting. Looking down, she caught sight of the IV she was hooked up to. All remnants of sleep quickly left her, and memories of the last two days came crashing back into her consciousness.
Losing the baby.
Sean rushing her to the hospital. The doctor confirming what she’d already known, that she’d lost her baby. Sean and her baby.
Last evening, when she was wheeled to the operating room for the doctor to perform the D&C.
Sean bending over her, his warm breath on her cheek as he kissed her lightly, before the doors closed behind her, separating her from the man whom she loved more than she could express.
When she woke after the surgery, Sean was right by her side, his head resting next to her elbow, his arms wrapped around her. Sleep claimed her soon after. This time she was fully awake, but where was he?
Heather’s arms felt weak, but she forced herself to drag her butt until her back hit the bedpost, without upsetting the IV. Her tongue was swollen in her mouth and she remembered why her eyes burned—it was because she had shed so many tears. She remembered crying herself to sleep sometime around midnight, that first night. And she couldn’t seem to stem the flow for long. Heather’s eyes welled with more tears. She didn’t know when Sean had left or when he was coming back. She needed him to come back.
Where was he?
Daisies stood in a crystal vase on the desk by the window, a note sticking out from between the petals. Heather eased off the bed, feeling a slight discomfort, slipped on her slippers and used the movable IV stand for support as she crossed the room to pluck the envelope free. She returned and gingerly sat on the edge of the bed. She looked at the back of the envelope and saw her name scrawled across it in Sean’s distinctive handwriting. She popped the envelope open.
Heather,
There’s no way for me to make this up to you. I would take it back if I could. Please
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