Rachel read the same line of the parenting magazine for the umpteenth time. She fidgeted in her chair, releasing an impatient sigh. Her stomach churned with anxiety. She couldn't focus on the article in the magazine. She peeled her eyes off the page for a moment but regretted it when she noticed the judging eyes of a nearby woman, who appeared to be in the middle of her pregnancy. Rachel normally didn't care what others thought of her, but right now she wanted to stand up and shout that she wasn't a stupid irresponsible teenager, but that the pregnancy was practically forced on her.
Rachel placed the magazine on the coffee table as she stood. She pulled her bag over her shoulder and started for the door where the nurse stood.
"Do you want us to come in with you?"
"No, you can wait here. I'll be okay." Rachel tried to keep her voice steady in attempt to hide her nerves. She followed the young blonde wearing cat scrubs down the hall. The nurse led her into an examining room. Rachel hopped onto the table and the nurse grabbed the blood pressure cuff from the wall.
"My name is Amy by the way." She smiled as she wrapped the cuff around Rachel's arm.
Rachel returned the smile. "I'm Rachel."
"You're blood pressure is 135 over 90. A little high, but nothing to be alarmed about. We'll just have to keep an eye on it." Amy said, scribbling the number on Rachel's chart. "I'm just going to take some blood."
Rachel nodded and watched Amy prepare the tubes. Rachel held out her arm and Amy tied a band on her upper arm. She pressed on a vein before slipping the needle beneath the surface of Rachel's delicate skin.
When she finished, she placed a gauze pad with tape over the tiny puncture. "Okay Dr. Stevens will be with you shortly."
"Thank you." Rachel said before the nurse left, closing the door behind her. Her eyes wandered to the pregnancy and baby posters decorating the yellow walls. She flinched when the door opened and her eyes darted to the door. A woman with light brown hair that cascaded down her shoulders in gentle waves entered the room wearing a white coat and beige dress pants. She appeared to be in her mid-thirties and Rachel assumed this was Dr. Stevens.
Her heels clicked against the tiled floors as she walked over to Rachel, extending her hand with a warm smile. "Hi, I am Dr. Stevens. You must be Rachel."
"Yes." Rachel nodded, shaking the woman's hand.
"So you're approximately sixteen weeks along?" Dr. Stevens asked, her eyes scanning the file in her hand.
"You're young." Dr. Stevens said, peeling her eyes off the file to look at Rachel. "Do you know what your plans are for the baby?"
"I…I think I'm keeping it." Rachel replied.
"How come the family history is only half filled?" Dr. Stevens questioned as she observed Rachel's papers.
"My mother was a surrogate. I have two dads so we're not really sure about her family history." Rachel responded.
"Is the father of the baby involved?" She asked gently.
Rachel felt tears sting her eyes. "I…he…I was r-raped."
Dr. Stevens frowned at Rachel's broken whisper. The girl sitting before her was so young. It wasn't fair that she had to go through this. "I'm very sorry. I wouldn't have asked such sensitive questions if I had known."
"No, it's okay. I had to tell you anyway." Rachel said quietly, quickly wiping at the tear that escaped her eye.
"Did you go to the hospital or a doctor following the assault?"
"My dads called 911 and I was taken to the ER. I was badly beaten too." Rachel explained.
Dr. Stevens felt sympathy towards the young brunette. "Was there gynecological damage?"
"Yes, I had severe…vaginal tearing and they had to do stitches. My cervix was also bruised." Rachel reached for her bag and pulled out several papers stapled together. She handed it towards Dr. Stevens. "My dads told me to bring this. It's the hospital record with all of my injuries and everything."
Dr. Stevens took the paper with a small smile. "Thank you, this is very helpful. Your dads are smart men. Are they supportive?"
Rachel nodded. "Yes very. One of them was trying to push abortion, but he's starting to come around."
"A strong support system is very important." Dr. Stevens smiled before returning to the records in her hands. Her eyes scanned the paper before meeting Rachel's. "Your injuries should have no effect on your pregnancy. However, it could affect delivery, but it's something we will have to monitor. Were you sexually active prior to the assault?"
"No." She whispered as she shook her head.
"Do you smoke or drink or do drugs?"
"Good." Dr. Stevens grinned. "I'm not going to do a Pap smear or pelvic exam since you've had both done recently. I will have to do a pelvic exam at some future appointments, but I don't want to put you through that today since you're probably already nervous."
"Thank you." Rachel whispered. She didn't think she would be able to handle that right now.
Dr. Stevens stood and made her way to the sink to wash her hands. "Lay back on the table. Let's get do an ultrasound."
Rachel took a deep breath and leaned back. She lifted her baggy sweater, revealing the small bump.
Dr. Stevens slipped on a pair of latex gloves and held up a bottle. "This might feel a little cold."
Rachel gently flinched as Dr. Stevens squirted the gooey substance onto her stomach and spread it around with the wand. Rachel turned her head towards the screen which now revealed a small fetus- her child. Everything suddenly felt so real. This was actually happening. There was actually a baby growing inside of her and she was actually going to be a mother. Emotions overwhelmed her and tears sprang to her eyes. She felt so much love for the baby on the screen, but she was terrified.
"Everything looks good. I can't quite tell the sex yet because of the position. Probably on your next visit. Let's listen to the heartbeat."
Rachel watched as Dr. Stevens the device over her abdomen. A gently lub-dub filled the room; like the sound of galloping horse. A small smile found Rachel's lips.
"Sounds good." Dr. Stevens nodded as she handed Rachel paper towels. "Your baby is healthy."
Rachel smiled and took the paper towels to wipe off her stomach. She sat up slowly, pulling her shirt over her bump. "Thank you."
Dr. Steven handed Rachel a picture of the sonogram before washing her hands. "I want to see you again in four weeks."
"Okay, I'll make an appointment."
"Hang in there too. You're dealing with a lot so make sure you take care of yourself." Dr. Stevens said sympathetically. She couldn't imagine what the young teenager was going through.
"I will. Thank you." Rachel smiled. She glanced down at the picture in her hand. She would take care of herself. She would do anything for the child growing inside of her.
I know, I am awful and the whole updating every two weeks failed. I had the idea that I would make much more progress than I did and of course work and school have been keeping me busy. I have a little more free time for the rest of February so I will do my best to make more progress and try my hardest to update some more. Thanks for being patient. I hope you enjoyed!