Felicia
The next three days in the infirmary passed in a gentle blur. I spent most of the time resting, eating the healthy meals Doctor Elena brought me, and trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was carrying six babies. Six. Every time I thought about it, my heart did a funny little flip between pure joy and complete terror.
Doctor Elena had become someone I looked forward to seeing. She was warm and patient, checking on me every morning and evening. By the third day, we were well acquainted. She laughed easily and told me stories about other mothers in the Karite Pack who had difficult pregnancies. It made me feel less alone.
“You’re doing beautifully, Felicia,” she said on the morning I was to be discharged. She listened to my belly with her special machine one last time. “Al
