She gazed out the window, slightly absent-minded. After a long time, she lowered her head, still holding his bathrobe in her arms.
Reality, or dream?
She could no longer tell.
Two days drifted hazily by.
Checking the phone reminders, she realized she had scheduled an appointment with the obstetrician for a prenatal check-up.
This child seemed very well-behaved.
Except for some reactions during the initial days of pregnancy, the little one stayed quietly most of the time.
Not causing her any trouble, no morning sickness, nor any adverse reactions.
As if the child could sense her sadness, unwilling to make her worry or upset.
Sometimes, she even doubted whether the child was still there.
It's been three months, and it should be checked.
She arrived at the hospital at nine in the morning.
She had stayed in this hospital for a week last time, and the doctor remembered her.
After an ultrasound, several other tests and screenings followed.
