Gifted with grace- Chapter 9 up!
Devomuffins:
Everything hurt like hell. My spine was on fire and my legs only uncramped during contractions.
For sixteen hours I just kept wishing for it to end.
Finally the voices around me started to fade, all I heard was people faintly telling me to keep pushing, to keep going. At last I looked up at Christie, she had bags under her eyes but she was smiling at me, cheering me on.
Finally everyone in the room was cheering, yelling "Its a boy!" Or "He's beautiful!"
But it all just faded away.
Glamily:
love it! really kool!
Devomuffins:
sorry about the two pics without borders photobucket kinda crapped out on me yesterday.
Devomuffins:
My head ached when I awoke, and I looked up into the worried face of Christie.
"How is he?" That was all i wanted to know, If he was alright.
"Yes he's fine."
I looked over, and then felt like a complete idiot when i saw the his bed was pushed right up beside mine. He was adorable.
"Can I hold him?"
"Of course, if you feel alright."
Christie picked him up and then handed him to me.
I snuggled him up close to my body. "Have you thought up any names yet?"
"Well I kind of thought... maybe... Edward?"
"Its perfect."
We were so glad to take Edward home with us the next day. At last when all was quiet in our home, and Edward had fallen asleep Christie turned to me.
"I want to have a baby. I mean Edward is my baby too, but I want to experiance it... Myself."
Silence. At last I came to a conclusion. "Okay. Its perfect. Two kids, that'll make four of us!"
Christie started to cry. "Oh baby." I whispered. And then, since it seemed like the thing to do, I hugged her.
Once we had confirmation of Christie's pregnancy we were thrilled, and when we went in for a ultrasound we were horrified. Multiples. Four babies of unknown genders pulsated to the steady beat of their hearts as I watched them on the screen. Christie was in tears. The docter explained the risks and advised us that reduction would be wise. Christie couldn't. I knew full well neither of us could. How could you choose who got a chance and who didn't? Who lived and who died? Christie just sobbed onto my chest as i tried to comfort her. Where were we ever going to find the money? Diapers alone would be too pricey. "Shh. Its okay." I wasn't even sure whether I was telling that to Christie or myself. Christie had paid maternity and I knew my parents had retired early for a reason but still, it just didn't feel like enough.
We moved out of our house a month later and into a larger house. Edward had already grown so much. We had made sure to wait at least six months before trying again because we hadn't wanted a baby on the way before we were settled. It took us and additional four monthes to get pregnant so Edward was thirteen months old, and my did he get into EVERYTHING. Even our mango ice cream which upset Christie quite a bit. Christie's craving was definatly ice cream, though she denies it.
Astral Faery:
There are several definitions for the word 'broach', one of them being: 'To bring up (a subject) for discussion or debate.'
Pretty good beginning - lots of drama so far. Good job. :)
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