“Okay,” Dr. Grigory says, all business. “Let’s check her vitals. We might be seeing the first signs of fetal distress.”
I so desperately wanted to give both my babies their best chance of survival. Add that to the long list of things I’ve failed at before I’ve even started.
Elle grabs my hand and keeps a tight hold on it as Dr. Grigory and his nurse hook me up to machines, measure this, check on that. It seems to go on forever. And then—
Dr. Grigory turns to me. How have I not noticed how sandy his eyes are before now? Quicksand eyes, dragging me down… “Okay, we’re going to need to perform an emergency C-section. These babies need to be delivered immediately.” He turns to his nurse. “Prep her for surgery.”
Elle looks between me and the doctor helpless. “No. Wait! The father—”
The door
