Anxiety
**Rachel**
*Pregnant with twins!*
I'm pregnant with twins, and so far, I haven't fully processed this surprising news. However, at the same time, I chastised myself for not considering this possibility earlier, something that should have been foreseeable given that I'm a twin and have a set of twin brothers, making it a real probability.
A wave of emotion flooded my heart, and I felt incredulous. After the scare I had just a few hours ago, something became very clear to me. Now, I'm not just apprehensive; I'm terrified at the possibility of losing my babies.
More than ever, I realized how meaningful these babies are to me and how much I desire to have them in my life, more than anything else. I feel like I can finally have all the love I've always wanted and dreamed of, regardless of whether they have a father figure in their lives or not. I will do everything possible to provide the best for my children, no matter what happens.
I looked around the room with anxiety and worry, reflecting on how things could change so suddenly and unexpectedly. Just that afternoon, I had been working at my father's old company, and now I found myself in a hospital bed.
Upon closer examination of the situation, I realized that returning to Mitchell Enterprises had deeply unsettled me, even if it was unconsciously. Encountering Enrico at the moment when I was speaking with Thompson only made my situation worse. The look of disgust on Enrico's face made me feel even worse, as I'm sure he was making negative assumptions about me after weeks apart.
However, dwelling on this repeatedly would do me no good. More important than Enrico or anything else were my babies. I still wasn't sure if they were okay, and because of them, I needed to preserve myself at this moment, as the uncertainty was putting me in an even worse state.
A nurse entered the room at that moment, holding a metal clipboard and with a friendly smile on her face. Instead of reassuring me, though, her smile only heightened my tension, fearing she might bring bad news.
"Miss Mitchell?" she asked, looking down at the clipboard in her hand. After my confirmation, she continued, "How are you feeling?"
"Nervous."
There was no other word to describe what I was feeling at that moment. She smiled kindly—a fragile attempt to make me feel better by passing on her calmness to me.
"I believe the attending doctor has already spoken with you," she probed.
"Yes," I confirmed, my voice trembling. "But I need to know something about the condition of my babies. Are they..." I swallowed hard, fearing the answer to the crucial question, "okay?"
The nurse couldn't hide her expression of concern, and her words conveyed uncertainty.
"As the doctor mentioned, we still don't have a definitive diagnosis," she repeated what I had heard from the doctor a few minutes earlier. "But if you stay quiet and keep calm, your chances of carrying the twin pregnancy to term will be better, understand?"
The nurse reiterated all the doctor's recommendations and informed me about the people who were still waiting for news in the waiting room. This surprised me because I hadn't expected everyone to be outside, anxiously awaiting updates on my condition, and a comforting warmth flooded my heart.
"The doctor has authorized the entry of only two visitors for now, for a five-minute period. This will allow them to share information with other family members," the nurse explained. "Who would you like to come in?"
My answer to that question was easy, and I didn't hesitate to request Lindsay and Joseph to come see me. Although I wasn't sure who was waiting in the waiting room, something inside me told me they had made sure to be at the hospital, anxious for news. We had become a kind of modern family, three people who had been alone before but now had each other.
A few minutes later, Joseph and Lindsay entered through the door, bringing with them smiles filled with hope and anxiety, which were mirrored in my eyes and on my face.
"You're expecting twins, Rachel!" Lindsay exclaimed with infectious excitement.
"Yes, twins!" I confirmed, sharing in the excitement she brought with me.
"It seems I'll be a grandfather to two babies at once," Joseph said with apparent calmness.
Joseph approached me slowly, while Lindsay pointed to the comfortable armchair next to my bed. She stood beside me, holding my free hand, as my other hand was connected to an IV line for medication.
Joseph's expression reflected contentment. It was clear he appreciated the idea of becoming a grandfather, and I couldn't have been happier to have someone by my side to support me, especially when it seemed like many people were against me, not without reason, of course.
"How are you feeling?" Lindsay asked.
"I'm okay, but the doctor said I need as much rest as possible so I don't lose..."
I couldn't finish the sentence. There was a lump in my throat, and it was painful just to talk about the possibility of losing one of my babies.
"You don't need to talk about it," Lindsay said understandingly. "You shouldn't think or speak about anything that upsets you. It's best for the babies."
The nurse seemed to have timed the visit, as when the allotted time for visits was up, she was at the door, pointing to her wrist to indicate that time was up.
With the bleeding under control, the chances of a successful pregnancy for the twins had increased; now it depended on how my body would behave. I was hopeful that nothing bad would happen. I would have to spend the night in the hospital, but that was the least of my concerns. I longed for the moment to return home and continue carrying my two precious babies in my womb.
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