Zoey was having a rough time. Turns out she had a fear of the hospital. She clung to me the whole time. Dean was rushed to a back room. They looked at the baby and she was doing well.
I sat on the sick bed with Zoey.
“Do you mind if we do a quick exam on me to show her what’s going to happen?” I asked the doctor.
“Of course. What seems to be the problem?” He smiled at me.
“Well my stomach has been feeling funny”
“Let’s take a look,” he put on gloves.
Taking my temperature and blood pressure. He then put the stethoscope on my belly.
“Well I think I know what the problem is,” he put the stethoscope down, “you have a baby in there”
“We know that,” Zoey laughed with us.
“I’m glad you knew. I was nervous for a second,” he gave her a gentle smile, “let’s take a quick look at you now”
