Almost a month had
passed since Salice was sentenced; Salice was sentenced nearly a
month ago; I was expecting a little longer but I couldn't argue
with what she did get, It was very surprised those. A day from
yesterday announced me being 25 weeks pregnant and really
showing. It was a cold October day. Scott and I were out for a
walk to clear our minds. It's been a stressful day, Scott and I
had been into a heated discussion on wither or not I stay at my
job or do I leave on maternity leave. My sisters are in school;
both are in grade 10. Scott and I passed a store with a blue
"Scott lets, go into
this store," I said. "I want to look at that skirt,"
"That skirt is miles
to small for you Hun," he said.
"It's wouldn't be
for me. Rachel loves blue skirts, so I'd get it for her, for her
"When are your
"It's this Friday,"
I replied as we entered the store and viewed the skirt. I knew
Rachel would like it. I looked at the price tag, $30.00 so it was
reasonable priced. I looked at it and wandered if they had a size
twelve. I went from a size eight to size twelve during my
pregnancy and gained like forty pounds so far. They didn't have
any sizes above size eight. I went to pay for the skirt. Scott
waited by the door for me since he'd look stupid looking around
since it's an all women garment store for teens. We walked back
to my house where I sat it into my closet besides a million other
things. Scott said he had to leave and go to work and for me to
warn someone if I was leaving. I agreed with him, but in the back
in my mind was, I don't need the babysitter looking over my,
every command. I got up and left that evening to go see Libby who
was bored out of her mind.
A week went by. My
sisters celebrated their fifteenth birthday. The time finally
came when I went on maternity leave from my work. I just got back
from the store. I went upstairs and sat the bags I bought on the
floor. I bought some more baby stuff like shoes, clothing,
bottles, and another comforter. My sister Rachel walked into the
room; she was holding her math book.
"What did you buy
Tuscany?" she asked
"A couple baby
outfits and little other stuff for the baby," I said. "I'm going
back out to go do some more errands,"
I started down the
stairs, when my foot slipped and fell backwards hitting the
stairs and rolled down the stairs with a thump. Rachel saw me
fall and came running towards me.
"Tuscany, are you
okay?" she asked me. I laid there for a second then moved. I was
cramping up and the pain was as if a thousand knives had stabbed
me. The cramps were getting worse and I put my hand over my
"Are you alright
Tuscany?" Rachel asked frantically.
"I'm cramping up," I
said enduring another sharp pain. "My baby is hurt,"
"Let me help you
up," Rachel said.
"Don't touch me," I
"What can I do to
help," she asked
"Go call for an
ambulance," I cried. "I can't move my baby is in trouble," The
cramps were getting worse and unbearable. Rachel ran upstairs to
call for an ambulance. I was beaming to lose consciousness. My
sister came rushing back into the living and told me that she
called them. I nodded okay and just lay limply there. I hearted
the door open and my dad walked in. "What are you doing and
laying on the ground?" he asked me. I was into much pain to
"She fell down the
stairs," Rachel answered.
"Are you okay
sweetheart?" he asked.
"My baby is
troubling," Is all I said. He went to help me up.
"Don't touch me," I
said, "My baby is going to die if you do," I started to cry
"I'll take you to
the hospital," he told me.
"No, I got Rachel to
call for an ambulance. I don't want to take in chances," I
"Did they say how
long they were going to be Rachel?" he asked her.
"They said about
fifteen minutes," she said. We waited for the ambulance to come.
My cramping was worsening yet. I was moaning and groaning. The
ambulance finally showed up. A couple of paramedics showed up to
"We got a call
because a pregnant woman fell down the stairs and was
experiencing some cramping," one of them stated. My dad confirmed
it and let them in. They were asking me many question such as how
far along I was, how I was feeling. They felt my heart rate and
apparently, it was racing. I didn't seem to care too much about
it. I was too worried about having a miscarriage.
"This doesn't look
good.' one of them said, "We will have to take you to the
hospital," they said to me.
"Just save my baby,"
I said. "Dad," I said.
"What honey, what do
you want?" he asked
"Can someone call
Scott at his tell him what is going on. The number is in my
purse. Just try to convince him not to worry," I said, my dad
took my purse and began to look through it. He pulled out a piece
of paper. He handed it to Rachel.
"You go call him and
tell him what is wrong," he said as Rachel took it from him. She
headed for the kitchen and called him. I was being loaded up on a
stretcher, and I was freaking out very much and they were trying
to calm me down. I told my dad to stay home and don't worry about
it too much.
I ended at the
hospital, the ten-minute drive felt like an eternity. The
paramedic and arriving crew were passing on info. A bunch of
people checking me over soon covered me. The cramping was now at
the point that I thought that I was dying. A baby specialist came
in and was reviewing me over. She said that I needed a set of
tests down to detriment how my baby was doing. I waited as they
took blood from me. Scott showed up
At the hospital, he
was worried. I tried to assure him everything was going to be
okay and even I was having doubts too. They put the test on rush
when I was experiencing even worse pains. Scott was holding me
tightly when they finally came in with the results.
"If you would excuse
us we have to have a word with Miss Patuski alone,"
"Anything you have
to tell me, you can tell him too," I said, they didn't argue,
they just told us. They told me that my baby is sideways in the
womb and if it doesn't move I could continue these harsh pains
and it could get its neck on caught on the boric cord. They
burdened me with the choice to ether get a c-section now and the
chances of it surviving are semi-good, or wait and hope for the
better. They told me in their honest opinion that a c-section was
necessary and sooner the better. They left me to think about
"What do you want
Tusk. Whatever you can handle,"
"They said there was
a chance of survival if I deliver and if I wait it could survive
but with how much pain?" I said
"A c-section, there
is no labor pain," he said
"That's true, she is
26 weeks in, that's almost three quarters there,"
"Do you know what
you are going to do Love heart?" he asked
"Yes," I said, "I
want to have the c-section. I want this pain out of me!"
"We'll have to wait
for the nurse to return so you can tell them what you want to
We waited for a good
ten minutes before the walked in.
"So Miss Patuski,
have you made a decision or do you need more time?" the doctor
"I made my
decision," I said and took a deep breath. "I want the c-section.
I want to have my baby," I said and they went onto tell me all
the risks and all the benefit, and that it was a good choice. I
was ready to undergo an emergency c-section and I was anxiously
waiting while they prepared me. I was upset Scott couldn't come
with me. They told me the preparation. Forty sum minutes past
when they told me, it was time.
"Just relax and I'll
be out here," he told me.
"I'll tell you about
it or least what I remember after," I said, he kissed me on the
cheek and left the room. I felt so alone with no support, but I
knew I have to be strong for my baby. On the bright side, I'd be
able to see my baby sooner. Scott left the room and encountered
both my parents.
"Where is Tuscany?"
they asked him.
"She is in with the
doctors," he said in a low voice.
"Is something wrong
with her?" my dad demanded to know.
"Not with her, but
with the baby," he said. "It changed positions and it turned
"What are they
doings to her now?" he asked
"She is getting a
medical c-section," he said
"You didn't do
anything to prevent this?" my dad yelled.
"WHAT WAS I SUPPOSE
TO DO?" Scott snapped.
"This way the
cramping will stop or other way she could lose the baby and still
"Why aren't you with
her then?" he barked back.
"I'm finish with
this conversation," he said. "I'm going to call my mom," Scott
"Now we have to see
Molly here," Kevin got mad.
"Just control your
anger for our daughter sake," my mom said.
"I'll try, but a
c-section. We should have helped her decision,"
"She would have
pushed us away. You know how she is Kev,"
"She is turning so
selfish and disrespectful. I can't handle how she is acting. She
needs to focus on herself and forget about her sick
"She is a lot like
me Kev, She doesn't believe in killing her baby to make her life
easier. It's murder and that is whitefish,"
"Why are you letting
your daughter get to you. She is playing with our minds
"Just shut up," my
mother said. "If only you knew your one that being a selfish ass
"I don't appreciate
that your oldest daughter is using you," he snapped
"Just accept it,
that I don't share the same viewpoints as you. I don't support
abortion or saving yourself over an innocent baby. As for right
now I have nothing to say to you," my mother said and walked
away. My dad stood there, clueless. My mother knew that she hit a
nerve but didn't seem to care too much. He knew that she doesn't
take crap from any one.
I was in the middle
of surgery, and I was wide-awake to see the whole thing. I saw
them cut open my stomach. In a few minutes, I saw my baby come
out. I smiled but then it turned, sour when I noticed how small
she was, and they hurried and connected tubes, and oxygen to her.
They told me that they had to rush her to Infant Care Unit and
that I could see her a little while. She was born 13 inches and 2
lb 1 oz. She had a very large
chance of surviving.
A few minutes later, the nurses told me to rest, but I decided to
get up to go find him. I rushed through the hallways when I saw
my dad so I walked the other way so he doesn't see me, that's
when I ran right into my mom. She saw me and I noticed she was in
a bad mood.
"Mom it's not as it
"How did the c-
section go?" she asked me.
"I had my baby," I
"I'll go, get a
wheelchair and you can tell me about it while we go find Scott,"
she said and went to take a random wheelchair from someone's
room. I sat in it and she pushed me the opposite direction to
where dad was. We stopped at the Infant care Unit. We peeked in
the window and noticed her right away.
"Which one is her?"
my mom asked.
"The third one in
the second row," I said, my mom looked at her and smiled.
"She looks like my
I have to go tell
Scott, then we went on looking for him, and we did find him
waiting for them at the doors.
"Scott," I said, he
turned around came to me.
"How did it go," he
"I gave birth, it
was so amazing, she is so amazing," I said. "Come, you got to
meet your daughter," I said grabbed his arm. My mom told me she
would let us be alone. Scott pushed me to the infant care unit
and we stared at her. Scott commented on how beautiful she
looked. We spent all afternoon with her.
My mom was walking
down the hallway and walked right on past my dad.
"Lace, I'm sorry;"
he tried to say. She stopped, turned, and looks at him.
"Are you really,"
she said in vain voice.
"I was just
expressing how I felt,"
"You insulted me and
your daughter. You can't get away for your words. They do have an
"I just didn't want
her to put her life in danger,"
"Tuscany and the
baby are fine. She is very pretty,"
"You seen Tuscany
and the baby?" he asked
"Tuscany took me to
the infant care unit," my mom said. 'I'm going home and I think
you should do the same since Tuscany is spending time with her
"I'll go with you,"
he said and left. I spent the night at the hospital and the next
day was discharged.