Ch.10| Tears and Darkness
When I got to the examination room, Dr. Rossi kindly pulled out a blue medical gown for me to change into, then quickly turned around and left the room. I quickly changed into it; then, I took a seat on the examination table. As I waited for my doctor to come in, I stared at the white envelope in my hand. There, in that little white pouch, held the three answers that would change Milosh and Ivanna’s lives forever. The longer I stared, the more impatient I became.
Without a second thought, I peeled the lip of the envelope back and removed the pictures from their hiding place. As I looked down the row of images, tears after tears escaped from my eyes as the pictures read, “Baby A: Girl, Baby B: Boy, Baby C: Boy.” Milosh was going to be a proud daddy for sure; Ivanna, on the other hand, would secretly be cursing the heavens above that they weren’t all girls that would be daddy’s world, but the boys would become his world without a doubt. I continued to look at the pictures for a few more minutes before I heard a knock at the door.
“Yes?” I politely called out, allowing Dr. Costa to come into the room.
“Ah, Alaiyah! It’s great to see you again,” Dr. Costa began with a smile.
“What brings you here today?” He asked as he shook my hand.
“The nurse up front said my birth-control shot is overdue, and she had an opening so I could get it done today,” I informed, wiping the remaining tears from my eyes.
“Yes, and is everything okay? You look like you were just crying.” His smile quickly turned into a look of concern.
“Oh, I promise I’m fine!” I held my hands up in an innocent plead as the smile returned to his face.
“I just found out the genders of my best friends babies,′ and it was a little more emotional than I expected it would be,” I chuckled.
“Ah, the beauty of life claims another victim!” Dr. Costa joked.
“Well, I wish them well,” Dr. Costa smiled before getting started.
“And as for you, Mrs. Costello, Looking at your records, I see that you’re one month late for your shot. Now, because of this, I need to ask you some questions to update your file,” he rambled as he continued to look down at my chart.
“To begin, I am presuming you are still married. Is that correct?”
“Yes, sir. Still married.”
“And is birth-control something that you still wish to pursue?” He asked, looking up for my answer.
“Yes, sir!” I smiled.
“And within the last month, have you been sexually active?”
My heart started to beat a little faster. In the last month of being back home, Lincoln and I have been more than sexually active; the man never left me alone. “Yes, sir,” I replied, a little less enthused.
“Okay, because you have disclosed that information to me, I am going to need you to take a standard pregnancy test, just to be on the safe side.” I just smiled through the rest of his questions as the butterflies in my stomach grew. The sheer thought that there is a possibility that I am pregnant gnawed at the back of my mind. I-we weren’t careful, and both Lincoln and I agreed we don’t want kids—at least not at this point in our lives.
After asking the last of the standard questions, Dr. Costa pulled a medical cup and some wipes from a drawer and directed me to the restroom in the corner of the room. With shaking hands, I followed his directions and collected a sample. Once I was done, I put it in the little metal door, washed my hand, and took a seat back on the examination table. Minute after minute, I stared at the clock, and although it only took five minutes for Dr. Costa to come back in the room, to me, it felt like forever.
“Hello again, Mrs. Costello,” he treated as he walked back in the door.
“Hello to you too,” I chuckled.
Dr. Costa took a seat on his stool again and typed some notes into the computer he rolled in with him.
“So Mrs. Costello, your test results came back.” He was now looking at me in my eyes with a look that I couldn’t read. I started feeling my heart beating in my chest as I waited for him to continue.
“Unfortunately, I won’t be able to give you the birth-control shot today. Your result came back positive for pregnancy.” As soon as I heard those words leave his mouth, I began to feel like I had tunnel vision.
Me? Pregnant? I can’t be pregnant! Lincoln is gonna kill me! I just enrolled in school! My husband is in a maybe war with his own family! My mind screamed as I felt the world around me, darken.
“Alaiyah...Alaiyah...open your eyes, Alaiyah.” I heard a faint voice calling out.
As I lifted my heavy lids, I saw that I was looking up at a bright medical light.
“There you are,” I heard the voice more clearly now.
“You gave me a little scar,” The voice chuckled as the light continued to blind me.
I gave my eyes a couple more blinks to help them adjust to the light before I looked around the room.
“Mrs. Costello, It’s Dr. Costa. You are at the Women’s Health Clinic. You had a small fainting spell.” I looked around the room again, then began to sit up.
“Thank god! I had a dream you told me I was pregnant!” I laughed.
“Oh, no, my dear. That wasn’t a dream; you really are pregnant according to your urine test. Just for a second opinion, I’m going to give you a lab slip to get some blood work done today, and once we get them back, we’ll go from there,” he smiled once again, handing me the slip.
In my state of shock, I just nodded and took the slip from him as I sipped on the juice he gave to me. Once he left the room for good, I jumped off the table and got dress before I rushed out the door into the waiting room, where I just walked by Ivanna in a daze.
“Alaiyah?” Ivanna called out concerningly.
“Alaiyah!” She yelled out again, once I didn’t answer.
“Alaiyah, I am pregnant with triplets, you better slow your ass down!” Her inner Russian lady took over, causing me to pause in my tracks.
“Is everything okay, you don’t look good?” she whispered, once she caught up to me.
“We’ll talk in the car Ivanna,” I snipped, a little too harshly at her.
“Okay?” She said, more like a question than a statement.