Chapter 216: Chapter 119: Geoffrey’s Incident 1
"He’ll definitely cling to you later on..."
"Mm."
"By the way, have you thought of what name to give the baby?"
"I haven’t decided yet, I’ll name the baby after he’s born!"
"That’s good too, we’ll name him after he’s born. After all, American hospitals won’t force you to get the birth certificate right away."
"Mm."
"Are you hungry? I’ll go get you a bowl of soup. I made bone broth for you today to boost your energy, ready for action at any moment."
"Thank you, sis."
Christine Quinn got up and went into the kitchen.
Rebecca Quentin supported her waist as she got up and headed to the bathroom to wash her hands.
No one could have predicted that just as Rebecca Quentin stepped into the bathroom, she suddenly felt like she was incontinent, with water streaming down from her lower body.
Rebecca Quentin didn’t initially realize what was happening, but when she recalled what the books said about the symptoms of water breaking, she suddenly shouted, "Sis, sis..."
Christine Quinn ran out of the kitchen in response to Rebecca Quentin’s urgent call, rushed into the bathroom, and saw Rebecca Quentin’s lower half drenched. She immediately realized the situation and became flustered, "Goodness, Becca, your water broke. You need to get to the hospital quickly..."
"Sis, go and help me get the maternity bag, I’m alright." Rebecca Quentin said, supporting herself against the bathroom wall, trying to stay calm.
"Okay..." Christine Quinn rushed upstairs as quickly as possible.
After grabbing the maternity bag, Christine Quinn helped Rebecca Quentin gently into the car.
To prevent more water loss, which could cause complications during childbirth, Christine Quinn reclined Rebecca Quentin’s seat and covered her with a blanket.
The pain from contractions began to hit, and Rebecca Quentin bit her lip tightly.
Christine Quinn drove while comforting her, "Becca, it’s okay, I’m here. You must hold on..."
Rebecca Quentin strained to stay conscious, replying, "Mm."
The car soon arrived at the hospital, and Christine Quinn cautiously helped Rebecca Quentin out of the car.
The hospital nurse saw them and immediately pulled out a bed, letting Rebecca Quentin lie down.
Rebecca Quentin was quickly wheeled into the delivery room by doctors and nurses...
Christine Quinn went to handle the admission procedures while the doctor helped Rebecca Quentin with fetal heart monitoring...
Rebecca Quentin felt the baby being unusually active today, quite restless inside her belly.
The pain kept coming in waves, and Rebecca Quentin was sweating profusely from trying to endure it. She tried to stay awake and asked, "Doctor, the baby keeps moving. Is he okay?"
The doctor glanced at the computer screen and answered, "The fetal heart is normal, nothing to worry about... I’ll do an examination, and as soon as you’re ready to deliver, we’ll move you to the delivery room."
"Mm."
The feeling during the examination was quite uncomfortable, but compared to the pain from contractions, it was bearable.
Christine Quinn was holding Rebecca Quentin’s hand by the bedside the whole time, and after the doctor finished the examination, she asked, "Doctor, can she go to the delivery room now?"
The doctor replied, "The dilation is progressing slowly, so it’s not time for the delivery room yet... But Miss Quentin’s physical condition isn’t very good, and I’m concerned she might not have the strength to endure. If necessary, we may have to do a cesarean section."
Christine Quinn shook her head, "No, she plans to get married in the future, she can’t have scars on her body..."
Rebecca Quentin also expressed her attitude at that moment, "I want a natural birth, doctor, I can endure it." It seemed that a natural birth was better for the child’s future development.
The doctor nodded, "Very well, just call me if anything happens. I’ll also come regularly to check on you."
"Thank you, doctor."
The doctor then left.
Christine Quinn knelt by the bed, comforting Rebecca Quentin, "Becca, you must endure for the sake of the baby..."
Rebecca Quentin gripped Christine Quinn’s hand tightly due to the pain. She remained silent, gritting her teeth.
From the neighboring bed came a heart-wrenching scream from another laboring woman, "It hurts, it hurts... Honey, I won’t give birth... You bastard, it’s all your fault... It hurts... Boo-hoo..."
"Yes, I’m a bastard... Honey, you have to hold on. Your husband promises you, I’ll never make you go through this again..."
The loving support from the neighboring bed suddenly made the situation on Rebecca Quentin’s side seem lonely and desolate.
Christine Quinn saw tears sliding down from Rebecca Quentin’s eyes, but she kept her mouth tightly shut, not making a sound.
Imagine Rebecca Quentin’s inner state at this moment; Christine Quinn couldn’t help but shout angrily at the neighboring bed, "What’s with the yelling? Childbirth is like this; don’t you know your yelling affects other mothers in labor?"