Can 'Albatross' Divit, current Olympic Gold medalist in high board diving, suddenly disappears from his seemingly extravagant and decadent playboy lifestyle of late night partying, after a very public disagreement with a young attractive female jour...
Just hearing his voice would have tipped me over the edge today. But now. The man is thousands of miles away yet true to his name... The Albatross reach spreads far and wide. Across the Atlantic Ocean, it seems.
"Ohhh..it's coming!"
Somethings not right. This is way too much wet.
Have my waters just broken? Oh No, oh no... My body is contracting all over.
"Ohhhhh....
My hand squeezes my phone and the line disconnects with a series of beeps. My stomach is tightening up. I don't think this is a Braxton Hicks but it's also way too much for an orgasm. And not as pleasurable.
I begin to pant. This is supposed to help. My phone. I press buttons frantically, trying to focus on breathing and staying calm.
My Dad answers straightaway. "Sanem. Are you okay?" "Baba, I think... It's happening. He's coming!"
In my parents house, I can only imagine the two of them running around, grabbing things. My Dad passes the phone to Mum and I can hear doors slamming and the sound of the car. "We're on our way, daughter...listen to my voice... Breathe, breathe."
Everyone arrives together. Leyla returns just as my parents pull up outside. I've had the line open the whole way. As soon as I hear them in the house... I turn off my phone, and throw it in my bag.
Another day, another embarrassing encounter with Can Divit. When will I learn? I can't think about that now.
I've managed to put some underwear on and Leyla helps me with the newly purchased leggings and then we are off to the hospital.
Things are calmer there.
🙏
I close my eyes and listen to his heartbeat. The Doctor is very reassuring. "Strong and fast. Sounds perfect. So, your waters have broken. This little fella is impatient to get out."
"But, I'm only 33 weeks. He's not ready." "Well, seems he has other ideas, and your body does too. Your blood pressure is a little higher than we would like."
Leyla is beside me. "I leave you alone for an hour and this happens. What were you doing?"
Exactly. What was I doing? I shake my head and look down at my tummy. "But, he's still okay in there?" I'm so scared.
"He's okay, Sanem. He seems to be holding his own. You've got yourself a strong little man. A little on the impetuous side though. We're going to get you comfortable with some pain relief and get everything ready for a short stay in ICU for baby. Just to check him over once he arrives. He's moving and his measurements indicate he's going to be a tall one but we're going to have to help him with feeding. Just for a week or two. Let's hope he comes out hungry..."
I can guarantee that. Hungry, grumpy, tall, and cursing in Italian.
30 hours later... NOVEMBER 8th at 5.50pm
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