"I'm not that big yet, am I? We have two months," Kenna responded trying with humor, instead it turned out different. She was tired, in pain and worried sick.
"Your at the hospital, sweetie, everything went well," she said standing up and leaned down to kiss him. Taking his hand she gave a soft smile. Seeing him here was not what she liked but as long as he got better.
“Do you know if the baby is a boy or a girl?” The nurse asked bringing back water for her and some water and juice for Kane when he woke up. It was only a few moment before he moved his head, everything hurt and Kane was disoriented. “Baby? Kenna?” He asked his throat dry and his voice hoarse. “Where am I?” He asked. The nurse spoke quietly, “He will be disoriented for a couple of hours.”
"Just water is fine for right now," Kenna said adjusting herself again. Listening to the doctor she gave a relieved sound before rising at least half way through muttering a small apology to use the bathroom. At least this one was cleaner.
"Sorry...it keeps moving on my bladder...he's tough, he'll be okay," Kenna said before taking his hand.
There was room for different thoughts later, but right now she was just glad he was okay.
“He should be waking up soon, do you know what he likes to drink? I will get water and whatever you’d like me to get him. Would you like something to drink as well?” The nurse asked and Kane moved his head slightly. Everything was fuzzy, he was drugged so much he couldn’t really move and didn’t know what was happening. The doctor came in, “Surgery to remove the kidney went well but the other kidney is enlarged and his medicine seems to be helping but we want to give him some steroid shots to jumpstart that process before it causes more damage than we can fix.”
These places were not made for pregnant woman. Every seat hurt, the food was good, but there as only so much she could eat. Everything died at least once.. "Thank God," she said for many reasons. Rubbing her back she went back. Thank God for his mom, she would be in today and it would be extra help.
Sitting down by him she sighed leaning back into the seat tiredly.
Five hours later a nurse came to get her, “Mr, Brown is it of surgery, he should do fine but he’s not to be up for a few days. He can be confined to bed or a couch but he will be released in the morning if his blood pressure stays at a normal level. It peaked as well as his blood sugar during surgery, when he wakes up if you can get him to drink something it may be helpful.”
This had to be a rough day for her, didn't it? She felt the wave of nausea hitting her, probably from the stress. She kissed him softly, smiling. "I love you, too. You're going to do fine."
She had all that was needed to wait for the surgery and hopefully not spend all of it in the bathroom or pacing worrying about him. Once the doctors took off, she popped the nausea lozenge and began looking through her pinterest. That ought to pass the time.
Thursday came and it was the day of Kane’s surgery. They checked on and Kane held her hand tight and didn’t let go. He was so scared and nervous that he didn’t know what else to do. He loved her and this scared him so much. What if he didn’t make it? There were a lot of what ifs in his brain and they were not good at all. The doctor came in and said, “Alright Your going to be out to sleep soon and we will take you back for surgery. Mrs, Brown you can go to the private waiting room and we will have someone come get you when Kane is out of surgery.” Kane kissed her hard, “I love you.”
"That will be amazing," Kenna breathed a sigh of relief. The idea of helping him through all of this was scary when she knew that eight was at the end of when she was not throwing up.
"Try to east something. I know it's harder than expected...but you need to eat. We both do," she said starting on her food carefully. Only a few months and this would be all over. Eating like normal, just with a tiny, poop machine that slowly turned into a walking,crazy one.
Kane kissed Kenna and sighed, “Momma is driving up and will be here on a Friday, she wants to spend time with us and talk about the baby...plus my surgery is on a Thursday but I’m supposed to go home on a Friday so she wants to be here since I won’t be allowed to get up and move with a gash from the surgery.” He was having a kidney removed, it wasn’t easy.
"She could stay all week if she wants," Kenna said once the soup, started getting the dishes down. Soon she'd need to have it lower. It would be a great pain in the next few months.
She waited at the table for the call to end, trying t place a lot of stress behind her. Between knowingly her life ended, his threatened, and a new threat to their new marriage.
This was going to get interesting.
Kane nodded, a few moments later he sighed into the phone, “Momma don’t cry please don’t cry.” He couldn’t stop the tears from falling then, “Yes momma let me ask Kenna if we are free this weekend.” He went to the kitchen, tears staining his face, “Momma wants to know if we are free for her to come and visit this weekend?” He was being considerate of Kenna and her feelings about this.
Turning to face him she wrapped her arms around his waist. The soup was cooking, she had little to do afterwards. A relaxing evening sounded amazing.
"Yes and she'd also kill you for not telling her," Kenna pointed out. Pulling out his phone she kissed him softly. "Go, call her, and yes I'll go with you. If you call her."
she was teasing but she would be there. Despite it all, she would remain here.
Kane wrapped his arms around her resting his hands on her hips from behind, “Thank you for being here for me..your all I have...I can’t tell my momma, I’m her only child. If something happens to me I don’t know what she will do.” Kane didn’t know how else to look at this, he didn’t know what to do other than take his medicine and hope and pray for the best. “Will you go into surgery with me on Thursday?”
"Kane, we'll get through this. Okay? I mean an insurance policy is not a bad idea but they will fix this and we'll get back to our life," Kenna sighed looking to him. "We just need to keep our head up. There's a future poop machine coming."
Taking out the bread bowls she worked peacefully. Giving him a worried look, she wasn't sure how he would handle all of this.
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