The Boy Who Made Them Love Again. Scarlet Wilson

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      CHAPTER TWO

      ABBY watched with a sinking feeling in her heart as the nitrazine paper turned the tell-tale shade of blue. She raised her head and gave Jennifer a rueful smile as she showed her the paper. ‘Well, I think we can safely say that your membranes have ruptured.’

      ‘They have?’

      ‘Yes. This paper turns blue when it comes into contact with amniotic fluid.’

      Jennifer blew out a long, slow breath from her pursed lips. ‘It’s too early. What happens now?’

      Abby snapped off her gloves, walking quickly to the sink to wash her hands. She finished and sat down at the side of the bed next to Jennifer, trying to work out what to tell her.

      ‘It won’t really be up to me, it will be up to Dr Fairgreaves—the obstetrician that’s coming to see you. I just needed to confirm your membranes had ruptured so I can give him the whole picture.’

      ‘Do you need to examine me any further?’ Jennifer gave a little grimace and Abby knew exactly what she meant.

      She shook her head. ‘No, actually, that wouldn’t be a good idea right now. Ideally what we want to do right now is to delay you going into labour for as long as possible.’

      ‘Tell it to me straight, Dr Tyler.’

      Abby leaned over and held Jennifer’s hand. ‘There are a number of things for Dr Fairgreaves to consider.’ She held up the buff-coloured folder. ‘From your notes I see that you’re currently 31 weeks and 4 days. He may decide to give you some steroids to help mature your baby’s lungs in case of early delivery. He might also decide to give you some antibiotics to help prevent infection.’

      ‘Am I going to deliver early?’

      Abby shook her head. ‘I’m not really qualified to tell you that. I do know that about 80 per cent of women whose membranes rupture go into labour within four days.’

      Jennifer took a deep breath and her hands rested automatically on her swollen abdomen. ‘What are my baby’s chances?’

      Abby shook her head. ‘We’ll talk about that when Dr Fairgreaves gets here. I want to hear what his professional opinion is before we start leaping to any conclusions. From right now, though, you’re on strict bed rest.’

      Jennifer threw up her hands in frustration. ‘But I’ve already been on bed rest!’

      Abby raised one eyebrow. ‘Have you?’

      Jennifer watched her carefully before finally answering, ‘Well, maybe not complete bed rest.’

      ‘We need to monitor your baby for any signs of distress and monitor you for any sign of infection.’ She hesitated a little before continuing, ‘It might also be advisable to move you to a hospital with better facilities for pre-term babies.’

      Jennifer looked deep in thought and bit her bottom lip. ‘Where would that be?’

      ‘The nearest is San Francisco Children’s Hospital. They have a special ICU for premature deliveries.’

      ‘No.’

      The voice was clear and decisive and took Abby completely by surprise.

      ‘What?’

      Jennifer folded her arms firmly across her chest. ‘I’m staying here.’

      Abby shook her head in disbelief. ‘Why on earth would you want to stay here?’

      ‘Wouldn’t moving me be dangerous?’

      Abby shifted uncomfortably. Jennifer’s sharp retort unnerved her. In an instant she was in a witness box and being cross-examined by the more-than-capable lawyer. This wasn’t her specialty and she was beginning to feel at little out of her depth. ‘This is a conversation you need to have with your obstetrician.’

      ‘Oh.’

      This response was different. Quiet and unsure. She’d gone from being a feisty lawyer to an imminent first-time mom in a matter of seconds. This woman was more scared than she was letting on.

      ‘What’s he like?’ Jennifer ran her fingers through her uncombed hair. ‘Your obstetrician.’ She hesitated for a second. ‘Is he good?’

      Abby gave her a little smile. ‘Officially he’s retired. But in answer to your question he’s better than good—he’s great.’ She was interrupted by a heavy knock at the door.

      ‘Abby…Dr Tyler, can I see you please?’

      Abby could hear the anxiety in Luke’s voice. She gave Jennifer a smile, picked up the notes and headed to the door. ‘I’ll be back in a few minutes.’

      She pulled a pen from her pocket as she opened the door. She wanted to make sure she’d recorded everything perfectly. With her head in the notes she walked straight into Luke’s broad chest.

      ‘Ow! Luke, what are you doing?’

      Luke shook his head and pointed sideways in exasperation. ‘Please tell me that isn’t your obstetrician.’

      Abby followed to where his finger was pointing to a small dishevelled character dressed from head to toe in fishing gear, with an upright fishing rod perched precariously in his hand. He was surrounded on all sides by men in black suits and was protesting loudly, ‘Who the hell are you lot?’

      Abby’s face broke into a wide smile. ‘It certainly is,’ she said as she shouldered her way past the security detail. ‘Dr Fairgreaves, I’m so glad you’re here.’ She wrapped him in a warm embrace and pulled him to one side. ‘We need to have a private chat about our СКАЧАТЬ