Impossible Miracle's by L.J Banister (feel good books to read .TXT) 📖

go back to the nurses’ station and have a blood test. It should only take about ten minutes to get the results back” He says to me. Standing up I walk out of the room and back into the nurses’ station. I’m immediately sat down in a chair and within seconds, I have a needle in my arm and the nurse is drawing out my blood into a vial. She takes three samples of my blood before taking the needle out and pressing a small cotton bud to my arm. She tells me to put pressure on it while she runs the tests. Five minutes later, she sends me back to the doctor with another slip of paper. I take my seat while he reads the paper, then types into his computer. When his finished, he turns back towards us.

“So I can see from your file only a couple of months ago, your entire left ovary, and the majority of your right was removed” he says, hands clasped together and his elbows resting on his knees.

“Yes, a cyst erupted on my left ovary and there was lots of damage”

“Yes, but it’s the fact that you shouldn’t be able to conceive that has me dumbfounded”

“’Shouldn’t be able to conceive’? What do you mean?” Avery asks, my mind was to boggled by that statement to ask myself.

“The reason for Kaylee’s discomfort, and why I had the blood tests done” He turns towards me to finish his sentence “You’re pregnant”. Shock crosses my face. But how? The doctor gives me a moment to process the news before speaking again.

“Now, due to your past condition, I would like to see you weekly, if not fortnightly, for checkups and to ensure the baby’s health and growth are normal. Very few women in your position actually come out with a healthy, full grown baby. Most do have many complications, but given your fitness level and healthy eating from the cysts, there should hopefully be no dramas”

“What complications can she have?” Avery asks. The doctors looks at her before answering.

“The basic complications we have with women with PCOS, is mainly miscarriage. But there is also a high case of gestational diabetes, and pregnancy induced hypertension”

“What’s that? The hyper…?”

“Hypertension. It develops after the twenty week mark and causes high blood pressure, server swelling, and can process into eclampsia, which is seizures, neurological damage, blood clotting, and can result in both maternal and fetal death. This is why I would like to keep a close eye on your progress” he says turning to me. “Now if you don’t mind, I would like to notify all nurses and doctors of the situation, in case I am not available should something happen”

“Yes that is not a problem” I say, my head still trying to wrap around all the information.

“Great. Now I’m going to prescribe you with some medication to keep all of your levels up, take each one as described, and I notice you are on the pill?”

“Yes, I am”

“Okay, as of today, do not take them. I’m also going to give you some print outs on what to expect throughout your pregnancy, most of it is pretty straight forward, like any other pregnancy, but there will be information on the complications we spoke about for you to read to get a better understanding. It’s not to scare you okay?” I giggle at that and nod. “It would also be good for your family and friends to read them too so they can assist you in any way possible” Doctor James turns back towards his computer and begins typing and printing. Pulling a manila folder out of his bottom draw he places everything inside and hands it to me.

“Now if you have any questions, just come in and ask to see me. I’ve put you on the priority list so you should be able to see me straight away. Now I would like to set up the next appointment for in two weeks, so what suits you?” we organize my next appointment and after saying goodbye, we leave.

 

 

Chase

“What did you do?” my mother snaps.

“Nothing” I snap back, throwing my head back.

“Then why did Chelsea run out of her crying?” she asks.

“Because I told her to get out! We’re over mum” I yell.

“Chase Ryder Scott! Do not tell me you left that poor woman who’s carrying your unborn child!”

“That ‘poor woman’ cheated on me! It’s not my kid!” her face drops.

“What do you mean? How do you know she cheated?” she asks softly. I take in a deep breath and let it out slowly, calming myself.

“She told me… A few weeks after I found out she was pregnant. We were going to tell you the news that weekend during lunch, but…” I take another breath.

“Oh” she stands still for another moment before walking towards me and wrapping her arms around me. “I’m sorry baby boy” she whispers as I wrap my arms around her, hugging her back.

Caroline Marie Scott is a soft hearted woman, I should know that better than anyone. My 5’6, 45 year old mother is the most caring woman I know. Her long light brown hair is pulled back out of her face in a neat bun, and her dark blue eyes stand out behind her light eye makeup that makes her look 30 instead of 45. She is a stunning woman, and many people tell her so. I guess it helps that she is an active person, always on the move, mostly for the charity she runs. Mum lost her parents when she was 6 years old, and was moved from home to home until she turned 18. She helps the kids who’ve lost their parents, giving them a stable home, helping them through school and raising money to help get them whatever they need. She’s been running the charity since I was five, and so far, has been very successful.

Pulling away from me, she gives me a faint smile and rubs my arm.

“I’m very proud of you Chase” I nod my head, giving her a smile back. “Now why don’t we go have some lunch, and we don’t have to talk about her if you don’t want too” I give a little laugh, nodding my head.

“I’d love that mum” I say before gathering up my stuff, and with her hand in the crook of my arm, I escort her out of my office.

 

 

Kaylee

Skylar’s sitting on the front step smoking a cigarette when we arrive home. She stands up as we pull into the driveway.

“Hey, where’d you two go? Been sitting out here for an hour” she says as we climb out the car. Avery looks at me first before she walks around the car to my side.

“We were at the doctor’s” I say, the shock still in my system. The news hadn’t really sunk in yet.

“What for?” Skylar asks taking one last drag from her smoke before stamping it out on the driveway, a cloud of smoke escaping from her lips. I pause a moment before grabbing her elbow.

“Let’s go inside first” I say pulling her towards the front door.

Once we’re inside, I pull Skylar into the lounge room while Avery makes for the kitchen to make us some cups of tea. Sitting on the couch, Skylar looks at me closely.

“Kaylee? What’s going on?” she asks. “There not back are they?”

I shake my head staring at her. This is going to be the first time I say this out loud. I look down towards my stomach. There’s a baby in there. The thought makes me smile. With a hand over my stomach I look back up to Skylar’s worried face.

“I’m pregnant” I giggle, cradling my stomach. Skylar’s face turns to confusion.

“What?”

“I’m pregnant” I repeat, laughing softly. “I’m going to have a baby, Sky” Skylar breaks into an earsplitting grin and hugs me harder than she ever has.

“OH MY GOD!” she screams. “Congratulations Kay!” She pulls back from me, tears running down her face. She knew how much I wanted to a child, and when the doctor told me I would never be able too, it crushed us both.

“But, how?” she asks. I shrug my shoulders, a smile still plastered on my face. Avery walks in with a smile and hands us our cups of tea.

“The doctor doesn’t know how, but we all have some reading to do” Avery says pointing to the manila folder hanging out of my bag. “He said she can have some complications during the pregnancy and there are ways we could try avoiding them. She has to attend an appointment every week to the doctor’s for checkups to ensure the baby and mum are healthy and strong” she smiles at the word ‘mum’, we all do. Shit! Mum!

“My mum!” I say. “I have to tell her, and dad”

“We’ll invite them to lunch tomorrow” Avery says. “You can tell them then. You need today.”

“What about the father?” asks Skylar. My face drops. I didn’t think about that.

“Shit” I say, my head dropping into my hands. I feel both of them begin to rub my back. I tilt my head back, looking at the ceiling.

“We’ll deal with that tomorrow” Avery says giving me a smile. I smile back at her, and pat her leg in thanks.

“Now” Avery says standing up from the couch. “How about I go make us some popcorn and grab some cool drinks and we sit down for a movie?” Skylar and I both nod our heads. “Sky, do you want to go grab us some blankets? And Kay can pick a movie.” We all head off to our chore. Searching through our movie collection, I found one that I believed fitting for the situation. Popping it in the player, I sat on the couch to wait for the girls. Once we were all settled in and ready, I picked up the remote.

“What we watching?” Skylar asks stuffing popcorn into her mouth.

“What to Expect When Your Expecting” I giggle, both girls joining me as I hit play.

 

 

Chase

Lunch with mum went surprisingly well. We went to a little Chinese place mum likes. She ordered the satay beef and I ordered the sweet and sour chicken, our favorites. We talked about all kinds of different things, and laughed so much. On our way back was when mum brought up the upcoming ball in a few weeks”

“Will you be able to make it?” she asks. It’s a fundraising ball for her charity.

“I’ll definitely try mum”

“Please do, honey” she says with a smile. “I’m still trying to think of a theme. We’ve already had a masked ball, and a Victorian one.” We sat there thoughtful for a moment.

“What about a Dream’s Ball?” I ask.

“What do you mean, dear?” giving me a confused smile.

“Well, it’s for the kids to help make their future dreams possible. So, what if everyone comes as their dreams, or when they arrive, they say or write their dreams down, and have the kid’s dreams typed out and hanging on the walls for the guests to read. It may even help more.” Mum gives me a big smile.

“I love it. A Dream’s Ball” she pats my hand, giving it a squeeze.

 

Arriving home later that day, I find a box on the ground in front of the door. Picking it up, I open the door and walk inside. Chucking my keys on the bench, I put the box down next to them and shrug myself out of my black suit jacket. Walking around the bench, I go to the sink and pour myself a glass of water. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the scribble on the side of the box.

 

Chase Scott

 

In black texter is my name. Pulling my glass down, I walk over to it. Grabbing a knife out of the holder, I slice the sticky tape and open the box. Inside are my old shirts Chelsea used to wear, and take home with her, photos of us together, and a letter in a sealed envelope. I