Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 376

“I know you won’t spill the beans to him. It would just add fuel to the fire.” I said with a grin. “Dr. Karina, I know you’re swamped, so I won’t chew your ear off anymore.”

Karina caught my drift that I wanted her to hit the road. Without a word, she turned on her heel and left the room.

She was a sharp cookie. She knew my relationship with Neil was a can of worms. Since she then knew that I was carrying Russel’s kids, she probably wasn’t going to spill the tea about me to Neil.

Her end game was to marry Neil to make up for lost time. Since the position of Neil’s wife was then up for grabs, and she and Neil even had a kid together, everything was going swimmingly.

No one would have rocked the boat at that point.

After Karina split, the doctor came in and did some basic checks on me. Just then, I felt a warmth down below, as if something was leaking out.

While the doctor was still blabbing, I interrupted him with a puzzled look, “Doctor, can pregnant women with twins have incontinence?”

“There could be some; why do you ask?” he queried me.

“Just a little? I feel like I’ve wet the bed,” I said, embarrassed but also certain that it was something different.

Russel was at the door of the ward. Since no one else could be in the room during the check-up, I didn’t have to beat around the bush.

The doctor instantly checked under my covers, and upon seeing the wet spot on my bed, he blurted out, “Your water broke!”

I freaked out; my water broke already?

Earlier than I expected.

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“What… what should I do now?” I stammered.

“Are you feeling any contractions?” the doctor asked me. “Like stomach pain.”

“Just a tiny bit of pain, very mild,” I replied honestly.

“You’re not bleeding, it’s just the water breaking. Don’t move; just lie down and rest. I’ll run another check on you.” he instructed me.

After another check, it was confirmed that my amniotic fluid was still okay, just a bit lost.

However, it would have been better if I could give birth in the next couple of days, as the decrease or cloudiness of the amniotic fluid could have caused problems

for the babies.

Then the doctor brought in my mom and Russel. The hospital wasn’t too clued up on my situation, so the doctor mistook Russel for my husband and filled him in on my condition first.

My condition meant that I had to be induced in the next couple of days. My twins were on the small side, but I had been really good with my nutrition during pregnancy and had gained a bit of weight, so they wanted to give natural birth a shot first. If that failed, then a c-section would have been considered.

If it were a natural birth, it would have first involved induction and contractions. I was so excited about the arrival of my babies that I overlooked the intense pain that could come with giving birth. I had seen some of that in pregnancy videos but never paid much attention.

Then it was my turn to experience all that firsthand, and I had to deliver two babies. I was a nervous wreck and feeling a bit scared.

Russel and my mom were also on edge. Mom even called dad over, and the three of them gathered around me, waiting for my contractions to kick in.

“I’m going grab her some food. She needs to keep her strength up. Giving birth can be a real energy drainer,” Russel suggested out of the blue.

“I’ll get it.” My dad stepped in to stop Russel. “You stay here with her!”

I could tell my dad was also a bundle of nerves; he was even breaking a sweat. Sending him out to get some grub might be a good idea.

Compared to him, Russel was a doctor and my mom was a woman who had given birth before. They were nervous, but they were better equipped to handle the situation than my dad.

I had taken the induction medications, but they seemed to have no effect. Instead, my amniotic fluid kept leaking out, requiring regular pad changes.

Just then, my phone started ringing.

I was about to answer it when a sharp pain hit my belly, and I couldn’t help but scream.

“Has the contraction started?” my mom asked in a hurry.

I didn’t know, but my belly was killing me. That was my first time giving birth. I had no experience and could only feel the severe cramps in my belly.

But my phone kept ringing nonstop. Seeing that, Russel went over to answer it and put it on speaker.

Ah! shouted in pain.

There was silence on the other end of the call for a moment. Seeing my condition, Russel said to the person on the line, “Who is this? Irene Finch is busy, she can’t talk right now.”

“My belly hurts so much; they’re kicking me!” I couldn’t help but complain loudly. I didn’t care that Russel was on the phone or whoever it was on the other end of the line. I just wanted to let it out to vent my pain.

“Irene! Where are you?” Neil’s angry voice came from the phone, like a roaring lion.

As soon as he heard it was Neil, Russel hung up the phone.

There’s no way Neil would have guessed that I was in the same hospital as him. Even if he wanted to find me, it would have taken some time, by which point I might have already given birth.

That was a crucial moment. I couldn’t let him show up and screw up my delivery.

After hanging up, I reminded Russel, “Turn off your phone.”

Russel nodded and not only turned off my phone but also his own. Seeing that, my dad and mom followed suit, afraid that Neil might call their phones in anger.

Given Neil’s temper, he would have definitely been pissed off after being hung up on again, but I had bigger fish to fry at that time.

Mom called the doctor over. I was in unbearable pain and told the doctor, “Is there such a thing as painless childbirth? I want that, or just schedule a c-section for

me!”

I couldn’t stand the pain, but the doctor told me I had to wait until the contractions were regular before I could be taken to the delivery room. How could I have possibly waited?

The doctor first performed a pelvic exam, then checked on the babies’ position. After a series of checks, it was finally decided to do a c-section.

Soon, I was wheeled into the operating room, and the c-section began.

Under the influence of the anesthesia, I felt like I had fallen asleep. When I woke up, I was already in the ward.

And my two babies were sleeping soundly in the crib next to me.

“You up? A boy and a girl. Both are cute as a button, just like you!” my mom saw me waking up, all excited and worried, “Still in pain? The doctor says you need to chill and take it easy.”