Bride on the Children's Ward / Marriage Reunited: Baby on the Way (15 page)

‘Well, it’s personal. It’s about you and Jacquie, but I don’t want you to think I’m prying.’

‘Oh. Right.’ He braced himself. ‘What’s the question?’

‘When you were married, did she have any miscarriages?’

‘No.’ His answer was immediate.

‘You’re sure?’

‘Yes.’ He clenched his jaw for a moment, then swallowed. ‘Why do you ask?’

‘She said she had two last year, and I was just wondering whether there’s something else wrong. Is there a virus attacking her babies? Are the blood types of mother and foetus different? That sort of thing.’

‘I don’t know anything about her miscarriages.’

‘And you two didn’t try to have any children? Didn’t plan any?’

David clenched his jaws together. ‘Bringing children into a marriage that should never have happened in the first place didn’t seem like the wisest of ideas.’

Eden was a little surprised at his reaction, and also a little confused. She would have sworn that Jacquie had said she’d been trying to have a child for a very long time. But David obviously didn’t want to talk to her about his marriage, and she could understand that. ‘OK. Well, I’m sure Dr Gray knows what’s going on and has everything under control. I’m just trying to play through a few different scenarios in my mind. You know—be prepared for when the baby arrives.’

‘Is that all?’ He pushed his half-empty cup away and stood.

‘Yes.’

‘I need to go.’

He was gone so fast Eden didn’t have time to blink or even to call out his name. She’d obviously been treading on some very thin ice, but she wasn’t sure what on earth she’d said to offend him.

A
N HOUR
later Eden was in Sasha’s room when a call came through from David to say that Dr Gray needed her.

‘Apparently, a second urine sample has come back showing traces of uric-acid and protein,’ David informed her.

‘He’s going to induce the labour?’ she stated.

‘I would presume so.’

‘OK. Thanks. I’ll head to Maternity now to check on things.’ She was about to ask him if he was all right, but found that he’d already hung up the phone and she was listening to the dial tone. Something was wrong, and while she wanted to go and find him and get him to tell her exactly what was bothering him, she decided to give him some space.

When she arrived in Jacquie’s room she realised that Paul, Jacquie’s husband, had arrived and was busy pacing up and down, not bothering to keep out of the staff’s way. Dr Gray had already set up a magnesium drip, which would help reduce the swelling in Jacquie’s limbs, and a catheter bag hung beside the bottom of the bed.

He was intent on trying all the options, as Jacquie wanted to have a natural birth, but three hours later things had become steadily worse.

Eden had spent those hours forcing herself to keep away from David, yet all the while trying to figure out what had made him so touchy towards her. What had she done wrong? Was she not supposed to discuss his past marriage with him? She hadn’t meant anything by her questions—it had been purely for medical reasons she’d asked them.

Now, though, she needed to concentrate, and she reluctantly pushed thoughts of her delicious David to the back of her mind.

‘We’ve tried the Cytotec and it hasn’t worked,’ Dr Gray was explaining. ‘We’ve tried the Foley bulb, and still you’re only three centimetres dilated. Your waters have broken, and although that’s brought you a bit of relief it’s made things worse for Alyce.’

‘Dr Gray’s right,’ Eden confirmed. ‘Alyce is compressing her cord because there’s no fluid to keep the pressure off. This means her heart-rate is decelerating faster and she’s not recovering as well as she was before. To top it all off, you’re exhausted. Even if you dilated the full ten centimetres in the next hour, there’s no way you would have the energy to push a baby out. It’s not your fault,’ Eden added, seeing the tears trickle down her patient’s cheeks. ‘It’s just the way things are. What’s important now is to get Alyce out, and quickly.’

‘My wife wants to have her child naturally,’ Paul stated firmly, glaring at Eden with total distrust, as though she was responsible for what was happening to his wife.

‘Paul, be reasonable,’ Dr Gray said. He was a sweet, passive man, not at all comfortable with the confrontation Paul seemed intent on starting.

David walked into the room at that point and came to stand by Eden. ‘Problem?’ He nodded to Jacquie’s husband. ‘Paul.’

‘What Jacquie wants, she gets,’ Paul said. ‘If she wants to have this baby naturally, that’s exactly what’s going to happen—or I’ll be suing not only the three of you, but the hospital as well. My family and my company make very important donations to this institution, and as such I demand my wife receives not only the treatment she desires, but that everything goes smoothly.’

David could see Dr Gray looked ready to pass out at being spoken to in such a way. But Eden, it seemed, was on the other end of the scale, and about to bubble over with anger. It would be up to him to keep the situation calm and under control.

‘I understand, Paul.’ His voice was smooth but firm, brooking no argument. ‘However, as a successful businessman, you may want to weigh up your options a bit more. If it is deemed necessary to administer an epidural, for either pain relief or surgical needs, then that’s what will happen, regardless of Jacqueline’s wishes, and I’ll tell you why.’

Paul glared at David, and Eden realised that although Jacquie and David may have divorced amicably that same polite friendship didn’t apply to Jacquie’s present husband. ‘I’m waiting.’

‘Because you want your wife and daughter to live.’ David’s words were spoken clearly and calmly, laced heavily with sincerity.

Paul scoffed. ‘You’re over-dramatising things.’

‘No. We’re informing you of the risks. Pre-eclampsia is a very real risk—not only to your daughter’s health, but to your wife’s as well. As doctors we take our patient’s health seriously, and we do whatever it takes to save lives. If that means urging Jacqueline to have a Caesarean section, then so be it. You can’t always get what you want, and it’s time both of you started to think of your baby rather than yourselves. You’re going to become parents, which means there will be a little girl who will need you to consider
her
needs before any personal or society wants.’ He glanced at Eden briefly. ‘That’s just the way things are now, and I strongly urge you to listen to Dr Gray’s and Eden’s recommendations.’

‘You’re just trying to scare her,’ Paul retaliated, although it was clear that the wind had definitely been taken out of his sails. ‘All of you.’

‘Believe me,’ Eden said, more calm now thanks to David stepping in when he had. ‘It’s not my practice either to lie to my patients or to scare them into treatment. You’re being given honest medical recommendations, taking into consideration Jacquie’s and Alyce’s well-being. The ultimate decision is yours, but the longer you wait the less chance Alyce will have of fighting once she’s born. She’s eight weeks early and she needs all the strength she can get.’

‘We’ll give you a few minutes to talk it over,’ Dr Gray remarked, and the three doctors headed out of the room.

‘Thanks.’ Dr Gray held out his hand to David. ‘I was so shocked by what he was saying, I was just…’ He shrugged.

‘Flabbergasted?’ Eden provided.

‘Exactly.’

‘I was livid.’ She smiled at David, unsure of the reception she’d receive from him. ‘Just as well Mr Cool, Calm and Collected stepped in.’

David merely nodded at her words, but didn’t return her smile. That wasn’t good. It meant something was really wrong—but what?

‘I need to get back to the ward. Call me if I’m needed.’ He couldn’t stand there looking at Eden’s bewildered eyes any longer. He knew he should explain, tell her why he was acting the way he was, but it was hardly the time and place to let her know the truth. Her questions about his marriage had thrown him completely. He could understand why she’d asked them, knew it was for medical reasons alone, but in that instant he’d been swamped not only with the failure of his marriage but with the fact that he’d never have the children he’d wished for.

He headed off, feeling her gaze upon him. He turned at the top of the corridor to look back at her. ‘By the way—you do have good malpractice insurance, right?’

She smiled at his words, the pressure on her heart lifting a little at his question. ‘Why? Are you offering to share?’

He returned her smile before walking off, and it was a much happier Eden who returned to her work of helping Dr Gray.

Twenty minutes later Jacquie was being wheeled round to Theatre, and after having an epidural block administered, Dr Gray began the C-section. David was in the room, near Eden. She couldn’t see him, but she could feel him. Her body seemed to know exactly where he was at all times during the short but successful operation.

Once Paul had cut the cord, and Alyce had been shown to Jacquie, Eden took over. She performed the baby’s observations, shaking her head at the poor APGAR score. She put an oximetry probe on the small foot, which would check the baby was receiving the correct amount of oxygen. Next she put in an umbilical venous catheter, as well as an arterial catheter, and finally a nasogastric tube so the little girl could be fed.

They transferred Alyce to the NICU, and although Eden was the doctor treating the little girl, she was pleased David was nearby if for no other reason than to give her strength. He had become a very important lifeline to her, and it was one she never wanted to let go.

‘Give her a bolus dose of ten percent dextrose,’ Eden ordered the nurses. ‘And check her sugar levels again. Her lungs are stiff, so administer surfactant via syringe before turning on the ventilator.’

‘What are you doing?’ Paul demanded, coming up behind Eden and almost scaring her. David turned to face him, and Eden saw the mask of the professional in place. Any arguments Paul had were about to be overruled.

‘We’re making sure your daughter can breathe properly. Even though Dr Gray was able to get quite a few doses of steroids into Jacquie to assist in increasing Alyce’s lung function, it still wasn’t enough,’ David said.

‘Alyce’s lungs are stiff,’ Eden continued. ‘We need to keep the moisture up around her so she’s able to breathe in the necessary amount of oxygen. At the moment her lungs can’t expand and contract properly, which isn’t a good thing.’

Eden decided she’d had enough of his blustering and bullying. Niceness was something he might not be used to, and catching him off guard might be just what they needed to keep him quiet.

‘Come with me,’ she said softly, holding out a hand to him. Paul looked at her hand and backed away as though she were insane.

‘What do you want?’

Eden continued to keep her voice as calm as possible. No doubt Paul hadn’t had the best of days either. She didn’t know what was going on in his life, what had made him the blustering pain that he was, but right now, she could do one thing for him. ‘Over here. To the sink. If you wash your hands you can touch her.’

‘Touch?’

Eden’s smile was warm and genuine, her words soft. ‘Alyce. You do want to touch her, don’t you? I know what she means to you, Paul. How special this little girl is. Your daughter has arrived.
Your daughter.
You’re a daddy.’ She smiled as she said the last words, watching the way Paul gaped at her in astonishment. ‘Now, wash your hands and go and make first contact. She needs you. Alyce really needs you.’

David watched as Eden calmed the savage beast, and in the next instant Paul had his hand in the humidicrib, rubbing his finger on Alyce’s cheek. ‘She’s so…tiny.’

Eden smiled. ‘Enjoy it while you can. Before you know it she’ll be running up your credit card bills and borrowing your BMW.’

Paul smiled, and it completely changed his face.

‘We’ll give you some privacy, but let me know if you need anything.’ Eden took David’s hand in hers, nodding to the nurse as they walked by.

‘And she does it again.’

‘Pardon?’ Eden looked up at him as they headed out of the NICU.

‘I have never seen that man smile before.’

‘He’s never been a father before,’ Eden returned softly.

David stiffened at her words, and after a moment let go of her hand. His tone, however, was controlled and even. ‘You truly have a gift, Eden. You’re able to see to the heart of a person and provide them with exactly what they need. Take Chelsea, for example. She’s kept the drip in for the past two days and is actually engaging the staff in conversation. Of course, she’s asking them all about the travel experiences they’ve had, but it’s better than being the confused child she was when she came in.’

‘She’s an intelligent girl,’ Eden agreed. ‘If she’d been older it would have been more difficult to get through to her.’

‘But you knew exactly what she needed.’

‘No. I saw a spark. I tried something. It worked. That’s all, David. Listen, I’m going to go check on Jacquie, and then see Sasha before heading off to get ready for our date tonight.’ She stopped at a junction in the corridor.

‘Date?’

David’s face registered his bewilderment, and she couldn’t resist reaching up to stroke his cheek. The poor man had so much on his mind. She wished he’d let her in, trust her enough to tell her what was really bothering him, but she couldn’t force him.

‘Sasha and Robert? We’re having dinner with them tonight.’

‘Yes. Yes, I remember now.’ He tried not to lean into her hand, but couldn’t help himself. Her touch was so comforting, so supportive, and exactly what he needed. Could she read him as well as she could read everyone else? That thought made him step back. ‘I’m going to the ward.’

‘Right.’ She dropped her hand, telling herself she had to be content with the fact that he’d at least accepted the compassion she’d been offering. ‘Seven o’clock. Sasha’s room.’

He nodded before turning and heading off in the opposite direction. She watched him walk away and wondered if she’d be able to get through to him or whether she would lose him for a second time.

Robert met Eden at the entrance to the hospital. ‘Sorry,’ she said, getting out of her taxi. ‘I’m running late.’

‘Fine by me,’ Robert said, coming forward to kiss her cheek, a bag in his hand. ‘You look fantastic, Eden. David’s going to pop a gasket when he sees you.’

She was dressed in a pair of black boots, black trousers, and an emerald-green top which highlighted her vibrant eyes. She carried a black fitted coat over her arm, and funky earrings twirled near her neck. She’d scooped her hair back and up into a simple ponytail, which revealed a decent expanse of skin from her neck to her cleavage.

‘Here’s hoping,’ she laughed. ‘So…ready for some fun?’

‘Exactly where are we going?’ Robert asked when they were in the lift.

‘Ahh, a surprise for you as well, I think. You’ve both been through so much, it’s about time you broke free of this institution for a few hours and let loose.’

Robert laughed. ‘Sash has told me about some of the crazy things you’ve done, but I never thought I’d witness any of them, let alone be a part of one.’

The lift doors opened and Eden smiled. ‘I’m not planning anything crazy for tonight—sorry to disappoint—but I guarantee you’ll have fun.’

‘Same thing in my book.’

‘What? Fun and crazy? Oh, Robert, dear Robert, you’ve got a lot to learn. Now, you go to your wife, help her finish getting ready, and I’ll be there in a moment. I just have to make a few quick phone calls.’

Eden went to the nurses’ desk and called the maternity ward first to check on Jacquie. After receiving a good report, she called through to the NICU.

‘How’s Alyce doing?’ she asked the nurse.

‘I was just about to call you, Dr Caplan.’

‘Problem?’