Cowgirl Up Three ✔️

Chapter Seven

Blayze

"So how do we get her to snap out of it?"
I asked, more than frustrated.
Postnatal Depression.
I'd tried to research it, but a bloke like me struggles to understand how somebody can just fall into such a slump.
Especially somebody as loving and big hearted as Bailey Harley.
Nate shook his head.
"There's no definite answer."
Just what I wanted to hear.
Not.
"You've just gotta be there for her."
Nate reasoned.
"We've cottoned in early, so hopefully that means we can help her out of it sooner."
"But how do we do it?"
I insisted.
A quick fix is the good fix, right?
"As I said before, there's no definite answer."
Nate shrugged.
"She's having daily Psychology sessions and at the moment Felicity said the past four sessions have been equally positive as they have negative."
"So she's not making progress then?"
I asked.
We need her to make progress so she can come home and we can all just get back to normal!
"Any signs of positivity are good in the case of Depression."
Nate insisted.
"Felicity is a highly renowned Psychologist, but even she might not get to the bottom of why this has happened to Bailey. It could be because of the accident... It could be because the Twins were born early thanks to the accident and even more so by cesarean."
He shrugged.
I frowned.
"But don't many Women have cesarean's?"
"Yes."
Nate agreed.
"But sometimes it's viewed as the cheats way of having your Baby."
That made no sense to Me.
Wasn't the important part that the babies arrived healthy?
"So Bailey thinks she failed Brodie and Dale?"
I asked the Doctor, frowning.
Why the hell would she think that?
They're fine!
And if they didn't come out by cesarean then all three of them could have died!
Nate shook his head.
"I did not say that."
Then what is he saying?
"I'm just saying that it's a psychological illness, Blayze. There's not necessarily going to be an answer that is going to make any sense or make anybody feel satisfied."
Well wasn't that encouraging.
I looked down at my arm when Nate reached out to place his hand on my forearm.
"Just keep treating her the way she expects you to, Blayze."
He advised.
"Sooner or later she'll bounce back."
It was becoming hard for me to 'act like she was the same old Bailey'.
I was set to Marry her this year, yet in the last week I could barely even recognise her.
She wouldn't smile.
She certainly wouldn't laugh.
She barely asked after Luka and she'd only seen Brodie and Dale once.
Hell, she barely even asked about Phoenix or Zuke!
Heath wasn't shy to tell me that Zuke was a moping mess and Phoenix wasn't eating much other than a few mouthfuls of hay with his herd mates.
We all just need the real Bailey back.
And fast.

Bailey

For the second time, I sat in front of the see through cot that the Twins were laying in.
Once again, the Boys were asleep, holding hands.
It seemed to be their favourite position according to what everybody else was telling me.
"Tell Me..."
Doctor Parker urged.
"What are you thinking?"
Although I felt the urge to cry, through a tight throat and a burning feeling at the backs of my eyes, I couldn't feel any tears.
"I think... what's wrong with me?"
I croaked, my voice cracking.
There lay two Babies, safe and sound, sleeping peacefully and I don't even want to look at them, let alone touch them!
"What do you feel when you look in there at them?"
Doctor Parkway insisted, leaning down until she was basically at the same level as me, where I sat in the wheelchair.
I wasn't cleared for long distance walking yet.
It seemed I wasn't cleared for anything at the moment.
"Indifferent."
I muttered, my chest feeling hollow.
It felt like a lump the size of Uluru had developed in my throat.
"Like they're not even mine."
"That's my necessarily abnormal."
Scottie Parker reasoned.
"It's just that you haven't bonded with them yet."
Yeah.
I was unconscious when they were born.
They've been asleep the whole two times I've been here to see them.
They don't even know who their Mum is.
"Do you want to hold one of them?"
Doctor Parker suggested.
Hold one?
I swallowed thickly.
"No."
I tried to turn the wheelchairs wheels, so that I could leave.
"I want to go back."
"Okay."
Doctor Parker agreed.
"We'll head back."
I'd expected her to demand I stay, but I took the chance to leave and pushed the wheelchairs wheels towards the doors.
Visit number two with the Twins and it would be lucky if I'd even lasted five minutes.
And they didn't wake up again this time, to see that I was there.