Abby Miller
My stomach hadn't grown much in 2 weeks but I was 38 weeks and was getting closer. It just turned November the other day, my due date was the 27th. So when I got up in the middle of the night with a huge splash of water falling from my legs, I screamed.
Niall shot up with his eyes wide open and his eyes snapping to mine instantly. He looked at my legs that were wet from the amniotic fluid. My chest heaved as we stared at each other for about 10 seconds. He switched the lamp on.
"Fuck!" he jumped up in sweatpants, rushing over to me. I pant, my eyes filling with tears. My vision feels hazy and I grab his forearms to stable myself. I stare at the wall, hyperventilating and I couldn't hear anything for a good 20 seconds. "It's okay, just breathe, please don't panic," Niall comforted me, tucking hair behind my ear.
"O-O-Oh my god," I couldn't speak. Suddenly, my stomach tightens so I grab Niall and cling to him like he's a teddy bear. "Ow, ow, ow, ow," I grit, whining and then letting out a sob.
"It's okay baby, just breathe, in and out," he sways me from side to side which helps with my hip pain.
I start crying, a full on sob. Tears shoot down my cheeks and I hug Niall so tightly. I let out what sounds and feels like cries for help. He hugs me back, rubbing my back.
"It's okay baby," he whispers. "Shhh," he shushes soothingly. "It's okay baby," his voice cracks because he hates it when I cry. "Please don't cry, I hate it when you cry,"
"I'm scared," I sniff, he grabs the sides of my head, rubbing his thumbs all over my cheekbones.
"Don't be, the nurses at the hospital will make sure you have everything you need," he kisses my head god knows how many times.
"But after today we'll have the twins, we aren't ready!" I panic, inhaling doubled because of my tears.
"Well, we have to be," he presses his lips to mine. "One of them broke their water and we need to go, these babies are coming today,"
"I can feel him dropping," I put a dress on that I wore to a concert and side ons. He wears sweatpants and a shirt. Luckily our bag was already packed so we just had to get that and go. It had clothes for me, him, Blake and Rubes with other things.
I didn't know what to do, I stood there with my hands on my hips as I move them in a figure 8. He was getting everything ready, as I was breathing heavily.
When we were ready to go it was about 5am which is about me standing there for 2 hours, moving my hips and moving around a bit but not much. We called our doctor and she said she'd be down here waiting for us and that we should go now because I had 4 contractions in 2 hours.
We didn't tell anyone I was in labour and would do it later and at a reasonable time. Niall drove us to hospital and I was still in shock that we might have twins by the end of the day. I texted my mom because she's always up early.
Me: morning, i know it's early but...my water broke....so yeah, that's cool :|
Mom: oh my god, say no more i'll meet you there, best of luck x
When we got there, they gave me a wheelchair because I honestly couldn't stand. We got a private room where I was put into a gown and sat on the bed. As soon as I sat, all the pains hit me at once, my hip, pelvis, tail and my femur.
Niall sat on the chair next to the bed and held my hand and kissed it. "You okay baby?" he cups my hands in his, rubbing them a little.
"Oh, I'm great," I smile sheepishly. "God, this is hard, I just feel pain everywhere," I toss my head back.
"I know baby, but you're doing incredible and have to keep it up for a little bit longer," he says making me sigh
"I know, but I hate this already and I've only been here for an hour," I sigh, rubbing my stomach. "And I'm about to have a contraction," I sigh, feeling it coming. I screw my eyes shut and labour breathe, Niall rubbing my arm and kissing my hand still.
"Just breathe," he coos though my pain.
When the pain subsides, I huff and toss my head back. I groan and roll over so I face him. The nurse comes in with a cup of ice chips and a black plastic spoon, handing them to Niall. "You won't be able to eat, but we have ice chips are the only thing on the menu," she informs us. I know why she's here I roll onto my back and prop my knees up that were covered by a white sheet.
"3 centimetres," she feels around, nodding in confirmation.
"Great," I roll my eyes out of annoyance.
"How long will she be here for?" Niall asks.
"That just depends on everything, I would like to do a quick ultrasound, is that okay?" she asks.
"Yeah," I nod.
"Great," she smiles, walking over to the corner of the room while I lift my gown up over my bump and cover my naked self with the sheet. She wheels over the machine while holding a bottle of gel at the same time.
She squeezes a small amount of gel on my lower stomach, grabbing the wand. She places the wand on my stomach and puts the screen in her view. She turns it on and a rapid heartbeat fills the room which means whoever's down there is alive. She moves the wand to the side and yet another rapid heartbeat fills the room making me sigh in relief knowing both of them were okay.
"Your boy is near the entrance, your little girl is squished in the corner because of him near the entrance so we need to make sure she keeps moving towards the entrance," she informs us, pointing to Blake, Ruby and then back to Blake.
"What if she doesn't move?"
"A caesarean section - commonly known as a C- section, will be in order because you and her will be at risk, but hopefully she's listening to us right now and starts to get on the move the lower he drops," she explains making us both nod. "Other than that, it's all looking good," she smiles.
"Well that's good,"
She turns the machine off and puts my legs down abs hands me some paper towel t wipe my stomach. "If you feel anything, press this button and I'll come to you but until then, I'll come check on you in an hour,"
"Thank you," Niall says on behalf of us.
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3 hours, 6 centimetres, baby dropping and my mom have all happened. She's been here for almost 2 hours because she just won't leave because these are her first grandchildren.
I've had many contractions and they were getting more frequent and painful so I knew I was close and when my doctor told me I was 6 centimetres, it made sense.
We called the guys and they would be over soon. Niall and I facetimed his family considering they were back in Ireland. They were supportive of course, even half the world away.
I was in a lot of pain and it was only getting worse.
"Baby, do you want some pain killers? I hate seeing you in pain," Niall now sits on the bed with me while my mom goes to get some food from the vending machines all the way down in the lobby.
"No," I shake my head, leaning into him. "I'll be fine, I am fine," I assure him by pecking his lips.
He sighs. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," I nod, cupping his jaw. "I'm coping just fine,"
My mom comes back in with the nurse again. "Miss. Miller, are you sure we can't offer you any pain relief?"
"She won't take anything," my mom says, feeding me ice chips. I crunch on the ice, staring at the roof.
"From personal experiences, an epidural is the best, and I highly suggest one," she explains.
I shake my head.
"I don't want anything, I can deal with this," I sigh, shaking my head.
"Okay," she nods, giving up and because she knows it's my choice.
I swallow and rest my head on Niall's shoulder, closing my eyes out of pure exhaustion. I feel his lips press to mine as I slowly drift off into the only bit of sleep I've gotten these past few weeks.
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alrighty-o im not gon lie, im happy this book is nearly over so i can focus on my new book called 'the cabin' if you want to go check it out that would mean the world to me <3
also, im not a doctor and have no idea so im probably making this up