Page 15 of The Baby Twist
“Hi, Dr. Reynolds.”
“And you are?” He turned to Lucas.
“A friend.”
“Huh. As if,” I said, and he shot me a dirty look.
“So, you’re about seven weeks pregnant and took a fall.” He looked down at my ankle. “Ouch. That definitely looks broken. I’ll send in the orthopedic doctor after we take a look at the baby. Because you’re only seven weeks, we have to perform a transvaginal ultrasound. Have you ever had one done before?”
“No,” I spoke with fear.
“It’s no big deal. I’ll have the nurse bring in the machine, and we’ll get started.”
The nurse who helped me earlier rolled in the machine and got it set up.
“I’m just going to lower the bed, so you’re lying flat,” Dr. Reynolds spoke. “Bend your knee with your good foot and leave the other one flat. We don’t want you putting any weight on that foot.”
He inserted the scope into my vagina and looked at the monitor.
“Okay. Let’s see what’s going on.”
I swallowed hard at the uncomfortable feeling, so I just focused on the monitor.
“See this little peanut right here?” He pointed to the monitor. “That’s your baby, and everything looks perfect.”
Tears filled my eyes as I stared at the screen. I didn’t know what Lucas was doing because I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.
“The baby is fine, Jenna. So now we need to address that foot. Dr. Kensington is on call. I will go talk to him, and he’ll be rightin. In the meantime, I’ll have an X-ray tech come down and get you.”
“Can I have X-rays if I’m pregnant?”
“Because it’s your foot, the baby will not be exposed.”
“Thank you, Dr. Reynolds.”
“You’re welcome. Take care of yourself and get plenty of rest.”
As soon as the doctor and nurse walked out of the room, Lucas looked at me.
“I’m sorry, Jenna.”
“I’m not discussing this now, Lucas. So, you can sit there and be quiet.”
After I had the X-rays and saw Dr. Kensington, he confirmed my foot was broken and immediately put me in a fiberglass cast.
“You are not to put any pressure on that foot at all. You can either use crutches or a scooter. We’ll send you home with a pair of crutches, and if you feel more comfortable using the scooter, you can pick one up at the pharmacy.”
“How long will I have to be in this cast?” I asked.
“A minimum of six weeks.”
“Great.” I sighed.
After I signed the discharge papers, I was free to leave.
“You’re staying at my penthouse,” Lucas said as he helped me from the bed and into the wheelchair.”
“It’ll just be for a couple of nights until I can figure some things out.”
