James Danvers
I have been trying for the past few weeks to slowly make things better with my dad. He says that he is trying to change but he keeps bringing things from the past up. How I brought him such disappointment when I didn't want to follow in his footsteps and became a lawyer instead. I try to ignore him and just get along so that I don't cause Z any more stress than I already have. With her being 24 weeks now, she is as stubborn as ever. I have learned how to recognize when she needs a break from walking because she refuses to tell me. Everyday just gets closer and closer to her due date which is December 2nd. Gizelle also told us that there is a chance the baby could be born early or past her due date. Both are very common to happen but we are both hoping that she delivers on her due date. Our furniture just came and Z is in the living room telling the men how everything goes. We ordered a couch for guests and us to sit as well as a cabinet to place extra things in. We also got an entertainment center to put our TV and gaming center. We have an xbox and Wii so that will be set up as well. I'm staying in the bedroom working on some of the work I recently got for my classes. It's been hard trying to balance class work, a job, helping out around the house, and taking Z to appointments. Mom and Kiki have been trying to help out when they can but they have their own lives as well. I hear the front door close and I can't hear anymore talking which must mean that the men are gone. Maybe now I can focus more on my work.
"James! Come here now!"
I jump up and rush into the living room.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"I don't know. I'm in a lot of pain."
Z is constantly shifting and using her hands to keep herself propped up a bit.
"Where does it hurt?"
"Oh nowhere, I'm just about 7 months pregnant and claiming to have pain. Where else but my stomach James!"
"Well how am I supposed to know that! You have been having back pain lately so I didn't know if it was that again."
"If it was that I wouldn't have called you in here! OWWW!"
"Is it the same pain every time?"
Z nods her head, in too much pain to talk. I try to think of what it could be but most importantly I try to remain calm. If I panic then so will Z. Then it hits me. I get down on one knee in front of Zarah and look her as calmly as I can in the eyes and speak calmly.
"You don't think the baby is coming now, do you?"
"WHAT? NO. That can't be what this is right? It would be way too early."
"Well you remember what Gizelle told us. There is a chance that the baby could come early."
"Yeah but she meant like 37 weeks ealy like that and now 29 weeks right?"
I get up and grab my phone. I found Gizelle in my contacts.
"What are you doing? Come back."
"I am coming back but I am also calling Gizelle. I would rather be safe."
I hit her contact and my phone begins to ring. I wait and wait but then it goes to voicemail. Damn it! Now what do I do? Come one think James! I look at my desk and grab my car keys, wallet, and then a jacket out of the closet for both me and Zarah.I walk back out of the bedroom and toward the couch.
"Come one, I'm going to help you up and to the car."
"What, where are we going?"
"To the hospital. I'm not taking any chances. I'm going to text my mom and tell her what is going on and see if she can meet us there."
Z nods her head. I put out my hand and she took it. I help her up and help her to put her jacket on and we walk out the door to the truck together.
It's been about an hour since we have been here. When we got here they said it was probably nothing and put us in the waiting room. We stayed there for about 30 minutes. Then they called us back to get her vitals. We then waited for another 20 minutes for someone to call us back. The doctor came in and said that there were some tests that they wanted to run. Since then we have been waiting. I hear a knock at the door and I stand up.
"Hello, sorry for keeping the both of you waiting for so long. How is the pain there mama?"
"Better. I haven't felt anything for a bit."
"Good. After looking at the tests that we ran as well as the ultrasound we did it looks like what you were feeling was nothing more than Braxton hicks."
"Braxton what now?"
"Braxton Hicks. Your body is preparing itself to have a baby. Braxton Hicks gives you a small taste of what the contractions will be like although most of my pregnant female patients said that actual contractions felt worse than the Braxton Hicks that they felt if they had any at all. Unfortunately since that's all this was, there is nothing that I can give to you to help with them next time."
"Next time?"
"There is a chance that they could happen again. They could become more intense or even less. Everyone is different so I can't tell you exactly what you will experience next time. Anyway I will go get your discharge papers."
I look over at Z's face to see complete panic.
"Zarah, hey. What's going on? Are you okay?"
"I was just told that I am having Braxton Hick contractions and they are extremely painful. I'm being told that they could happen again and that my actual contractions will more than likely be more painful than this and this is already very painful and I…"
"Whoa slow down. Take a deep breath."
I grab her hand and hold it tight.
"It's just… I don't know if I can do this. And I know there is nothing I can do about it but I'm just… scared James."
"Zarah, no matter what happens, I will be right beside you."
"I know that!"
Zarah rips her hand from mine and put both of her hands on her head.
"I don't know how to deal with all of this. I'm excited to have the baby but I'm scared of the pain that I'm going to be in. I don't have anyone to ask about this. My mom's dead, my dad basically disowned me, and I love you parents but I just don't know if this is something that I would ask them about."
Z begins to cry. I want to help her but I don't know how.
"Maybe we should talk to a therapist?"
"I'm not crazy James!"
"Then how about you just talk to my mom alone. She did tell you that if you needed anything to let her know. It's the only way that you're going to get more information."
Z tries to take a deep breath to calm herself down but continues to cry. She nods her head at the same time that the nurse brings in the paperwork for us to leave. I wish that I could tell her that I understand but I don't. It's not that I don't want to understand but I just can't. I can't get pregnant or have a baby in any other way. The only way that I can help her is by being there. Hopefully when she is ready to, she will come to me and then she can explain more about how all of this feels. But until then I just have to … be there.