This chapter is rated PG.
This chapter is pretty long, lots of reading, for which I apologize. I’m not a doctor, only a lowly nurse, so some facts may be off, just deal with it. LOL. If it seems like this chapter is a little rushed–it is. The next couple of chapters will explain why, and will hopefully bring a satisfying end to this generation.
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“Go Finn, Go, you can do it!” I cheered as Finn took his first steps. Finn took a couple of steps, then fell on his butt. I laughed as his little face looked stunned, and then scrunched up as if he was about to cry.
How quickly a year had passed since Finn was born. Life was wonderful for Isabella and I. My job was going great, Finn was growing like a weed, and Isabella and I were still just as madly in love now as we were a year ago, in fact, even more so, if that were even possible. Finn had brought so much love and joy into our lives, that I would have never thought possible.
“Don’t push him Cole.” Isabella said from the couch, as she watched us with a smile.
“Mamaaamaaamaaa” Finn babbled reaching out his arms for his mother.
“Mommies little boy is getting so big!” Isabella cooed covering his belly in kisses. She looked at me a little sadly. “Pretty soon, he’s going to be asking for the car keys.”
“We have along way to go before that happens.” I said waving goodnight to the two of them, as Isabella and Finn disappeared up the stairs.
I watched Isabella stand over Finn’s crib as I stood in the doorway. She didn’t know I was there. I had a feeling something was bothering her. She had been acting strange all night, and was pale, despite her rich summer glow.
I grew even more concerned as I watched her stand over Finn’s crib even as he quickly fell asleep. Isabella only did this when she was worried about something. But what could be wrong? Life was going great for us…
I shut the door behind me, and entered the room. Isabella gave a startled jump, and turned around and gave me a small smile, that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Sorry Cole, i’ll be to bed in a minute.” She mumbled turning back around to gaze at Finn again as he slept, his little chest rising and falling peacefully.
“What’s wrong Isabella, you’ve been out of it for the last couple of days, What’s going on? Have I done something to upset you?” I asked worried, as I saw the look of sadness in her deep purple eyes.
She opened her mouth, and closed it as if she was at a loss for words. I waited patiently.
“I’m pregnant.” She said simply, her eyes filling up with tears.
My heart sank. “Are you sure?”
“Pretty sure, I’m late, but it’s not just that…I can feel it.”
“You haven’t taken a test?”
“I’m afraid too.” She looked down, refusing to meet my eyes.
I wrapped her in a huge hug. “We will go see Uncle Aaron tomorrow, and find out for sure, let’s try not to worry about it right now.”
Even though I told her not to worry, I was a dose of my own medicine, that I just couldn’t take…
“Cole I’m scared.” Isabella said as we lay beside each other in bed. I ran my hands up her sides, my hands skimming lightly over her still flat stomach, or was it just my imagination or did her belly feel a little different, more round and hard.
“Me too.” I admitted. I kissed the back of her head, my hands rubbing small circles into her back as if to calm her, or maybe just to calm myself through physical contact.
I rubbed her back until she fell asleep, hating to see her so worried.
I stared up at the ceiling, there was no way I was sleeping tonight. I was shocked. The doctors told me It would be impossible for Isabella to conceive again. It had been hard at first, but we got used to the fact that Finn was going to be our only child, and he was more than enough for the both of us.
Was she really pregnant? Or were we worrying over nothing?
I sighed and quietly snuck downstairs, I checked on Finn, still sleeping peacefully. I sat down on the couch and flipped idly though the TV channels.
I watched the sun rise over the horizon, the start of a new day, felt more like dread to me. It wasn’t the worry about another baby, I would love him or her unconditionally. No, it was my wife I was worried about, her health was fragile, and giving birth to Finn took so much out of her. What kind of stress would this new pregnancy put her through?
Three hours later, I tried to focus on Finn as he played in the hospitals nursery while Isabella went under an exam. I tried to be positive, I was failing miserably. Face it, I was never a ray of sunshine on my best of days. All I could think about was this pregnancy and losing my wife. We had only been married a year. One short year. That wasn’t enough, it would never be enough for me.
I looked at Finn, he was such a happy baby, we were truly blessed beyond belief to have one healthy child. It seemed as if we were laughing in the face of Fate, and any minute our happiness could be stripped from us.
I pointed absent mindedly to the triangle shape, and clapped as Finn selected the correct shape out of the block pile at his feet.
“Mr. Gallagher?” A female voice said from the doorway. I looked up quickly, my stomach swirling with nerves. “Dr. Gallagher is ready to see you now.”
“Mama!” Finn said raising his arms up, he was such a mama’s boy, and hated to be away from her for even a minute. “Mama?” He demanded,
“I know little guy, I miss mama too, Let daddy go talk to great-uncle Aaron real quick, then we can go home. Ok?”
“Home?” Finn said wistfully. Then focused back on his toys.
Isabella was already seated in Uncle Aaron’s office, I took a seat beside her shooting her a concerned look to which she wouldn’t meet my eye.
“Well your concerns were correct.” Aaron began. “Isabella is almost 2 months along.” He sighed and looked down. “Let me be frank with you. I’m very concerned about allowing Isabella to continue with this pregnancy. Her first pregnancy took its toll, and I’m afraid her body will not be able to handle a second pregnancy.”
I sighed and looked down. “What are our options?” I asked closing my eyes, knowing I wouldn’t like a single one of them.
“I would recommend we terminate this pregnancy.” Aaron said frankly. “I know it sounds terrible to say, and believe me, I wouldn’t mention it otherwise if I truly didn’t believe it would provide us with the best possible outcome.”
“I wont terminate this pregnancy.” Isabella said loudly, speaking up for the first time since I sat down. She leaned forward in her chair and stared at my uncle. “Although we didn’t plan on this, obviously god had other plans for us, and this baby. I won’t terminate. I wont.” Tears shone in her purple eyes.
“Bella…” I pleaded. “You think I want to terminate? Of course not. I would love nothing more than to have a whole houseful of children with you. But I wont lose you. I wont live life without you, I’m sorry if that makes me selfish, but that’s how I feel. I would choose you over this baby. We have Finn, we have each other…please don’t tempt fate, tell me we are enough for you.”
“Of course you and Finn are enough for me, but I won’t kill this baby. How could you ask me to do such a thing?” Isabella snapped. “I can handle this pregnancy. I can. It will be fine! Doctor, what are my options, if I want to continue with this pregnancy?” She faced forward in her chair, a look of grim determination on her face. She ignored me completely.
Uncle Aaron sighed, looking uncomfortable. “Well, I would recommend strict bed rest, and we would induce you as soon as the baby is viable. You wont be able to go full term with this pregnancy.”
“Isabella looked at me. See Cole. I told you there were other options than murdering our baby. Ok Doctor. That’s what we’ll do.”
My heart sank. I guess that’s it then, she doesn’t care about how I feel about this situation…
The next couple months dragged on and on. Isabella was angry with me, and if I was honest with myself, I was angry with her as well, angry that she was so willing to throw her life away for this new baby, when she could leave Finn and I behind. Damn her for being so selfish, I thought angrily, as I brought up her breakfast tray. She ignored me, not saying a single word as I walked away. Her silent treatment was killing me. I wanted nothing more to scoop her up in my arms and tell her how much I loved her, how much she ment to me, but I didn’t.
Isabella was 4 months along now, and hardly showing. She was being closely monitored by Uncle Aaron who was now doing house calls. A team of specialists were being called in to prepare for the birth. Isabella was set to have a C-Section at 25 weeks.
We were both made aware that at that gestational age, our baby may or may not survive. As hard as that was for me to deal with, I was more worried about Isabella and her health, and I don’t care how selfish that made me…
I ran though the parking lot, the sounds of my boots slapping the pavement loudly. I was at the hospital, having just received a call while at work that the baby was on its way.
Too early, I thought feeling a surge of panic well up in my stomach. Isabella went into labor on her own, only one more week and she would have had a safe delivery in the hands of a team of specialists.
The wide-eyed receptionist looked up at me when I entered. Her hand rested on the telephone like she was going to call security. I’m sure I looked like a psycho, but I didn’t care.
“My wife is in labor. Isabella Gallagher.” Was all I could mange to get out.
She punched in some info on the computer, and looked up at me with sympathy. “She is in surgery right now, if you take the elevator up to the 2nd floor, you can wait there. Hopefully we should know something soon.”
Numbly, I took the elevator up. I felt disjointed, and displaced, like I was dreaming. Truly, this wasn’t really happening.
I took a seat…and waited…
“Cole?” Uncle Aaron said standing over me. I looked up, confused. Through red rimmed eyes I looked out the window. It was now dark. How long had I sat here?
“Isabella? How is my wife!” My eyes searched his eagerly. Hoping…
Uncle Aaron looked down, and sighed.
“Cole, Isabella lost a lot of blood. Her blood pressure spiked…” I didn’t hear anything else. The room went dim, and Aaron’s voice sounded like it was coming from far away. “Do you understand what I just told you Cole? Your wife is in a coma. I’m so sorry.” He shook his head.
“Coma?” I said numbly, feeling like my legs would give out at any minute. “How long, I mean. When will she come out of the coma?” I asked desperately, running a hand through my thick dark hair, I could feel it stick up in wild little tufts, I didn’t care.
“We don’t know for sure Cole. She had a stroke during delivery, she developed Eclampsia. There was nothing we could have done. We couldn’t have foreseen any of this.”
I started to babble. My eyes filling up with tears that made it impossible to see. “But people come out of coma’s all the time, right?”
“Of course, we hope for the best, but she had a stroke, her blood pressure was already high due to this pregnancy, perhaps if she would have made it to week 25. Until she comes out of this coma, we wont know anything, for sure.”
“But she will right, come out of it I mean?” I looked up at him desperately, clinging to any sort of hope like a life raft.
He sighed again, “We aren’t even sure if there is any brain activity, and wont know more until she is out of this coma. I’m sorry Cole, but we’ve done all that we could do. Now we wait.”
“What about the baby?” I asked feeling a surge of anger. Anger at Isabella for being so stubborn, anger at myself, for not demanding she terminate the pregnancy, and lastly, irrationally, at this baby who couldn’t wait another week to be born…
“A daughter.” Uncle Aaron smiled softly. “She’s in NICU, she herself isn’t out of the woods yet herself, but she’s a fighter. Would you like to see her?”
I balked at the ridiculous idea. See the baby that caused my wife’s coma? Never.
I dropped to my knees as Aaron’s words sunk in. Isabella was in a coma. And they weren’t even sure if there was any brain activity, she had a stroke. How on earth could this have happened. Just a few months ago, we were so happy.
I remembered the conversation Isabella and I had about fate. Obviously fate saw our happiness and stepped in. It was if god himself had looked down at our perfect happy little family and said ‘hey you there, you guys are way too happy. Can’t be having that’
I would never take our happiness for granted again….
I couldn’t bring myself to go see Isabella right away. I didn’t want to see her in a coma, it would make it all to real, but finally, I found myself right outside her door. When I stepped inside, I saw her hooked up to monitors and tubes of all sorts. I lay my head in my hands and cried.
She looked like an angel sleeping. Her face still and calm. She wasn’t in pain, she couldn’t feel anything anymore. I took her hand in mine, still warm and full of life.
“Isabella…” I began softly. “I’m so sorry I failed you.” I said brokenly. “I should have intervened. I should have forced you to terminate the pregnancy. I should have been home with you. Maybe if you had gotten to the hospital sooner this wouldn’t have happened.” I looked up at the ceiling lights. “I know you can hear me in there Bella, somewhere deep down, I know you can hear me. Come back to me. Finn needs you. I need you…”
I began to sob laying my head down on her blanket. Her chest rose and fell, but she didn’t move.
“Come back to me…”