One Night

Get away

*6 weeks later*

A couple of weeks ago, we asked Georgia and Lincoln to be the god –parents for Matilda and of course they accepted and both on them were really excited. I was finally 30 weeks, only 10 weeks to ago. I was going for my 30 weeks scan today and Tom had been jumping up and down all week. I just wanted the next 10 weeks to go really fast because I was sick of carrying around this extra 8 kilos.

We were going to the hospital for my scan this time because I was also meeting my midwife. At 2pm we were at the hospital and just waiting to be called in. Soon later, "Bronte Haynes" was called so Tom and I followed a tall, thin, brunette women through the doors and sat down in front of a long-wide desk.

"Hello Bronte, I’m Madison!" She said holding out her hand of me to shake it.

I shook it and gestured towards Tom who also shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, this is Tom!"

"Nice to meet you too Tom. I am going to be your midwife so there is a lot of information we have to go through," Madison announced.

We sat there for the next hour going through different types of birthing techniques, information about childbirth, whether I wanted to do birthing classing (which I didn’t) and all the things about after birth care.

Although, they were already in my file, I had to tell her about why I am twice my size because of my placenta and also the food poisoning I had many weeks ago. While she listened to my story and she continued to read my file, when a worried expression began to take over her face.

"What’s wrong?" I asked.

"There has to be something triggering all of these problems. For someone your age, everything should be running smoothly."

Yeah, well that didn’t make me feel any better.

"There is a slight chance you could go into labour early," She explained.

I was kind of relieved but I asked, "How early?"

"Not sure, it could be anytime really."

"But, it might be too early!" Tom almost started to cry.

"I will tell you now, everything will be fine!" She explained.

She performed the scan and everything was fine like Madison said. Matilda was healthy and she was up to the growth rate of 32 weeks which made me a bit more confident that if I went into labour early, things might be okay.

On the way home, I was kind of shocked. Neither Tom nor I talked. Tom concentrated on the road while I let my mind wonder out the window. As soon as we got home, I went straight to bed. Tom followed me to make sure I was fine.

"Bron, are you okay?" He asked quietly.

"No! I just wish I could have a normal pregnancy like everyone else instead of having all these problems." I cried.

"Not everyone’s is normal. Just think Matilda is going to be extra special and the earlier she gets here, the earlier we can be a proper family." He soothed.

"But what is it is too early?" I sobbed.

"Then she will be a touch little cookie and Mati will be fine," He reassured.

I must have cried myself to sleep because I woke up screaming. Tom came sprinting into our room, jumped onto the bed and cradled me in his arms.

"What happened? What’s wrong?" He said rubbing my back.

"Bad dream!" I choked out.

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

"Matilda was born to early and she didn’t make it," I tried to say while the tears fell down my face like rain.