The Fever

This is a fictional story written for the Story Cabin's writing prompt "Fever" performed by Peggy Lee.

     Her husband was a truck driver, gone more than he was not.  It was little wonder that when he did come home their passion burned so brightly and she had ended up pregnant again. Who would have dreamed such feverous hot passionate $ex could come to this?   Caitlyn accepted the fact that she had to soldier on alone.  It was simply the way things were.    It wasn’t supposed to be this way.   Caitlyn knew that the pregnancy was rough.  It seemed every time the wind blew, she vomited.   Her coloring always was white and pasty tinged with green.  Big as a beached whale, she could barely move, and with each day her pregnancy progressed she became more tired.    She just wanted to make it to the planned c-section, have the baby, and then with the help of pain meds go on.     Finally the c-section was scheduled.   She could only pray this time she would have a healthy baby and everything would be OK.  

         The day came when she had to be at the hospital for her pre-op appointment.  They would check her blood pressure, her weight, her temperature, whatever they did to clear her for surgery and then she would be on her way.  Home she would go to pack her bag, clean her house if she had the energy, and prepare everything for the arrival of her newborn.  She was excited for the birth, but she would have been lying if she wasn’t a little scared.  She had been down this road before although she had never traveled as far.  The only other time she had been pregnant she had lost her baby at 5 months.  It had been devastating.  She vowed to never try to become pregnant again.  It was just too painful. Pregnancy was too hard.  Why would anyone go through that hell voluntarily? She knew deep down, that she would.  She wanted a baby.  She had always wanted children of her own and as the years slipped by, the need became more urgent.  That is probably why when the test was positive all those months ago her feelings were mixed with fear and excitement.

       She woke early in spite of  restless sleep from lower back pain for most of the night.  The baby hadn’t moved much lately, but she wasn’t alarmed after all there couldn’t be  a spare inch left for her precious bundle to move at this point.  She started the day with her face in the toilet, much like every other day.  She was so tired of vomiting.  “It will all be over soon.” she comforted herself.  She cleaned up, and with keys in hand went to the hospital to make her appointment on time.  The day was hot and humid, but strangely she felt cold.  Because of that, she switched off the air conditioning half way there and turned up the radio instead.

        The nurse asked the usual questions.  As each preliminary test was performed, the nurse became more obviously alarmed.   When she was asked to step onto the scale, the world tilted and Caitlyn lost consciousness and fell to the floor.  Smelling salts were fetched and soon she was revived wondering where she was and what had happened.  The nurse had called for assistance, her doctor had been notified, and she realized she was being transported upstairs.  There would be no going back home to pack.   They told her they had notified her husband and he was on his way.  Her mind struggled to process all of this, but she found she was too tired and simply couldn’t.

       When she woke again she was in a room hooked to every machine imaginable and her husband was at her side.  They weren’t alone.  Her doctor was prepped for surgery.  When he noticed she was conscious he moved to her side.  He took her hand and looked into her eyes and explained she was not doing well.  She was running a fever, the baby wasn’t responding as it should, and they were preparing her for surgery.  They had to get the baby out in order to save it and her.  “Not again!!” her mind screamed.  She nodded her understanding and then once again closed her eyes.  She was tired, and she was cold.  She was terrified.  “Please G0d, save my baby!! Please!!” she begged.

       She was rushed to surgery, her husband at her side dressed in surgical scrubs holding her hand the whole way.  “Stay with me!!” she begged him.  Everyone told her that everything would be fine.  They kept talking.  She didn’t have the energy to answer them.  She told them again she was cold, so very cold.  Someone placed a warm blanket over her.  They transferred her to the operating table, holding her as the anesthesiologist did his magic and administered the epidural. A sharp pain shot down her leg, and then she felt no more.    She looked into her husband’s eyes as her baby was pulled from the incision exposing her womb.  The little girl cried lustily.  She took in the beauty of her daughter, smiled, and closed her eyes drifting away into the abyss for the last time.

      The complications had been too great.  The fever had burned too long and too hot.  She died knowing her daughter would go on without her.  The fever had triumphed in the end taking a life for a life until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.