Billionaire baby

Chapter3

I thought I had it all, the career, family, and friends. Best of all, Jacob and the family we were starting together. My life was simple. I was not a rare beauty nor had remarkable accomplishments to sing or write about. Nonetheless, my life was simple and I was content. I dreamed often about how my baby would look. Would he look like me or his father? What will his personality be like? Would he be outspoken and brave like his father or more gentle and reserved like me? Which hobbies would he share with us? How many siblings would he have and what would my family look like? I promised myself that we would raise our baby the best we could. Sure, we could not afford every luxury but my baby would lack nothing. We would travel at least once a year on holiday so that he could see the world and have many experiences. We would gently discipline our baby. We would be different from our parents. We would spend as much time together as possible with one another in an open and loving relationship. He would grow up to be a kind and loving person. I spent hours and hours researching how to take care of our baby. How often he needed to feed, nappy change, and bathe. There was much to learn including their ever-changing sleep schedule and dietary needs. I made graphs and charts for everything including what activities are recommended at every stage to support his development and milestones. I wanted to be the best mum I could be. I realised now that it was all a dream. I sighed to myself, "None of that matters anymore." There were many conversations to be had. With the doctor, the driver of the car, and most dreadfully with Jacob and Sarah. But nothing mattered. Inside I was hopeless, empty, and dark. I could barely speak nor eat. The only emotion I felt was guilt towards my mother and father. They stayed by my side for as long as the visiting hours allowed, bringing me food, and comforting me but I did not eat her food or speak to them. She would say 'Ari mummy cooked your favourite food, please try and "When you get discharged, stay with your mum and dad. We will look after you and you can rest. Everything will be all right. " I hated seeing them look so weary, walking on their tiptoes, afraid that I would fall apart at any given moment. I had to ask the nurses to not let them visit anymore. My parents more or less had filled me in. After I ran away from my home, I was not feeling well and must have fainted and stepped onto the road suddenly before I was hit by a car. They took me to the hospital and I was treated. The driver and passenger insisted that I would be taken care of well and offered to pay all medical fees and even pay for my private room. They believed that the passenger of the car must have been very wealthy and influential to be able to afford and provide such care. I was grateful but burdened, thinking I had inconvenienced innocent bystanders. What they didn't know was why I had ran away from home. They were puzzled. They suspected that I had an argument with Jacob. A falling out of some sort and that's why I was freaking out at the sight of him and refusing to see him. They believed that I blamed Jacob for the loss of my baby which was only partly correct. That was not true. I was mad at Jacob for his affair and betrayal, especially with Sarah, whom I regarded as my best friend but they did not know that. They would constantly insist that I meet and reconcile with him, thinking that it would help my recovery and move on with my life despite the loss of my baby. Perhaps, they thought that I could get pregnant again in a few years when we were ready. The doctor in charge of me told me that I could conceive again, thinking it would bring me comfort. But I told myself that I never want to fall in love and will never attempt to have a child again. I considered it all my fault, I don't deserve to be a mother. God gave me the most precious gift but I let my emotions cloud my judgment, leaving us in a vulnerable position. My body failed to protect my baby. I do not deserve to hope for such future. I had been unconscious for two weeks. I was set on a long journey to recovery both physically and mentally. Nobody would tell me when I would be discharged. But thankfully, the nurses and doctors treated me extra well. Today, Dr Stevens, the doctor in charge of my care came in for his daily check-up. He reported, "Miss Evans, you are making great progress. Your stats look stable however, Jessica just told me that you are still refusing to speak to the therapist we provided for you. I highly encourage you to seek emotional support and consultation. Your healing isn't just a physical process. It will be more difficult to access these resources after you are discharged so it would benefit you more if you could take advantage of the care provided to you. Also, I am told that you are refusing to see your parents and fiance. This worries me even further. " I replied " I understand doctor. It's just I cannot move on without holding a funeral for my baby. I just want to say goodbye properly. I cannot process my emotions without having done so. That is why I want to be discharged as soon as possible." For which he nodded courtly. " I understand. 'Miss Evans, but as you know you have suffered internal bleeding and abdominal trauma. Not only that but we had to perform an emergency C-section. You lost a lot of blood. We need more time to observe your condition before we can begin physical therapy to get you back into your day-to-day life. I cannot rush this process so I suggest we do not delay our healing until then. The sooner we are mentally and physically stable, the sooner we can hold the funeral. " He smiled sadly "Miss Evans we are all here rooting for you". I smiled gently despite my mind being in disarray but I did feel comforted by his presence. He just had this reliable and cheerful disposition to him that reminded me of an uncle and I felt it too. I felt that they were all rooting for me to recover and I was grateful for that. Dr. Stevens was getting ready to leave with his intern. He continued "If you have any concerns and questions please feel free to reach out to any of us and we will assist you as best as we can." He was about to leave." I assume ' Miss Eastwood is coming today to see you ?' " I smiled at the question. "You know she's punctual and clingy so my bet would be yes." He seemed relieved and left the room assured that I still had one person by my side.