Love's Second Chance (Second Chances #1)(54)
Lowering her eyes, Jenna nodded. “Yes, it is. Apparently, Galen was going to be put on a waiting list, but something must have changed because now he’s good to go.”
“What happened?” I asked curiously.
Jenna shrugged. “Dr. Andrews didn’t specifically say, but they’re going to get everything set up and ready to operate by morning. Now all we have to do is hope that Galen wakes up from the coma.”
The smiles around the room slowly ebbed off because with that admission there still came the realization that the worst part was not yet over. Even if he did get a kidney, he still had to wake up from the coma. I lifted my chin, and announced to them all. “He will wake up. After finding out I’m pregnant, when I was told I most likely wouldn’t have children, is a sign. A sign that miracles can happen. Galen’s strong, and I have no doubt in my mind that he’ll pull through it.”
Their smiles came back and I felt a new hope surge through the room. Everything was going to be okay.
“Are you ready to see your little peanut?” the nurse asked.
“More than anything,” I said nervously. My mother, Jenna, and Elizabeth were all in the room with me. When the nurse came to get me, they all squealed and demanded to be able to go, too. I couldn’t tell them no.
“This is so exciting,” Jenna shrieked, bouncing up and down. I laughed at her and turned back to the nurse, who was putting lube on a something that looked like a giant penis. Great, I thought sarcastically. I didn’t realize I was going to have an internal ultrasound. “Whoa!” Jenna exclaimed, looking at everyone and then back to the rod in the nurses’ hand. “I guess we don’t need to tell Galen that his wife got prodded while he was out, do we?”
Elizabeth and my mother both burst out in laughter while I hid my head in embarrassment. Leave it to my friend to say something like that. The nurse snickered and said, “Trust me, I don’t think Mr. Matthews would object since we’ll be seeing his child with it.” We all laughed, but then everyone went silent when it was time to see what my little one looked like. I kept my eyes on the monitor, eager to see how big the baby was and to get an idea on how far along I was. I had no clue, but I guess I knew then why I’d been getting sick so much the past few weeks.
The nurse turned up the volume on the monitor, and as soon as I heard my baby’s heartbeat I saw the little peanut clearly on the screen. I burst out into tears just as everyone in the room gasped and began crying as well. “Look at my little girl,” I whispered.
“Now how do you know it’s a girl?” my mother chimed in.
Smiling at the screen, I shrugged. “I don’t know. I just do.” I looked up at the nurse and asked, “Is there any way to find out right now, or is it too soon?”
“It’s still too soon. You look like you may be about eight weeks pregnant. In another ten weeks or so you should be able to find out. If you want some good recommendations for excellent OB doctors, I can get you a list to choose from. You’ll need to start taking prenatal vitamins, and make sure that you take care of yourself, and definitely no extra stress.”
“I understand completely,” I agreed with her.
“I’m going to print off some pictures, so that way you’ll have them and can show your husband when he wakes up,” the nurse insisted.
I smiled. “That would be great.”
The time had come for Galen’s surgery. I sent my parents home because I knew things would turn out okay. That, and also because I knew my father had to get back to work. I didn’t want him losing his job over me, even though I knew he would have stayed just to make sure I was all right. It took some convincing, but I finally got them to head home to Charleston. Brady and Elizabeth took their turns to see Galen first and spend time with him before his surgery. I wanted to talk to him last so I could spend more time with him. While Galen’s family visited with him, I took that time to call Rebecca. Brady had called her the other day and told her everything about the accident. I hadn’t spoken to her at all, so I had no clue what was going on with work or if there were any issues, and I’m sure she was dying to hear from me.
Dialing the office number, I waited on her to pick up. “M&M Architectural Design,” Rebecca announced. It broke my heart to hear her voice. She didn’t sound like her usual chipper self, but someone that was sad and preoccupied.
My voice quivered when I spoke. “Rebecca, its Korinne.” It must have caught her off guard to hear my voice, because she fumbled with the phone.
“Holy hell, Korinne. How are you? How’s Galen? Please tell me everything is okay. I’ve been dying to hear from you,” she told me anxiously.
“I’m sorry I haven’t called, but it’s been a little hectic. Galen has his surgery here in the next couple of hours. My good friend, Jason Andrews, is the doctor who will be doing the surgery. I trust that he’ll do everything right and help Galen pull through. After the surgery we just have to wait for him to wake up. With the head trauma we won’t know the full damage until he wakes.”
“Oh my goodness. I’m so sorry you’re going through this. I’ve been around Galen since he was a baby. I love that boy like he was my own,” she cried.
“I know you do. We have to believe that he’ll be okay. Has anything happened at the office? Do I need to call anyone?” I asked her.