As weeks passed, mum's stomach started to swell. It felt weird watching her change everyday, and it made me feel kind of uneasy that she wasn't feeling much better. Like today in particular she wasn't looking too great, so dad and I helped her get to the car to take her to the doctor. Uncle Niall came as well because I didn't want to be in the waiting room alone.
"How far along are you Edie?" Uncle Niall says looking at mum through the mirror.
"Oh about five months?"
"Wait. Five months?" I say jumping up from my seat, "You only got married like two months ago. Is that even possible?"
"Ems, are you really old enough to understand that kind of stuff?" Dad says readjusting his mirror to see me.
"Obviously, I'm asking you the question aren't I?"
"Did you want an answer?"
"No, not really." Ew. I could kind of already imagine.
Uncle Niall stifles a chuckle next to me and I poke him in the rib. He looks at me and pokes back.
I gasp out loud and try to get him back harder, but he only ends up holding my arm and attacking me.
"Settle down back there, children! We're almost there." Dad says still looking forward.
"Ems started it." Uncle Niall says with a smirk.
"Well, you're the adult Niall. How about you try acting like one?"
Dad tries to look serious, but it's only the sunglasses that are doing the trick.
"Yes." Dad whispers when he sees the open parking spot.
I silently thanked God, dad doesn't really know how to park well. Mum's the expert.
"Alright, love." Dad turned to look at mum and he put a hand over hers, "Let's get you feeling better, yeah?"
"So we haven't been feeling much better have we?"
The doctor puts the gel on Edie's expanding stomach and turns to look at me with a soft smile.
"Is it normal?" I say crossing my arms and trying to focus on the screen, looking for our baby's shape.
"Well, we know that your wife's condition is a bit on the serious side, Mr. Styles. Pre-eclampsia is scary, I know. But, look at this. The baby is growing, healthy, and I'd say rather handsome."
"It's a boy?" Edie says propping her neck up to see.
"Yes, it is a boy."
I smile to myself, but the fact that Edie wasn't getting better was my main concern for the moment. When they had told us all that time ago that she had developed this condition, they told us just to have her rest. That it wasn't very serious, and shouldn't become worse if she just stayed put. We were told not to worry, that the risk of it seriously hurting either her or the baby was very minimal.
And we were so excited about the baby, we wanted to pass it off as typical symptoms of pregnancy.
I think we were too scared to think that something bad could happen.
Edie was getting worse, her feet were swelling more than they normally should, she was always fatigued or sleeping, she got sharp pains under her ribs. She barely ate. I was terrified.
"Alright, Mr. Styles shall we give your wife some privacy to change back into her clothes?"
I nod and he takes me into his office.
"Mr. Styles, I know that your original physician had reassured you that Edie was fine. That the preeclampsia was not severe enough to raise concern."
"Alright, well, did he explain the repercussions of not taking care of mommy properly, correct? Well, I will just briefly go over it once more."
"Preeclampsia could cause kidney, liver and brain damage. It could evolve and become a life-threatening condition called eclampsia. Now, Mr. Styles, may I remind you it is only in rare cases that this condition may evolve. But if in such case it does, the results are seizures which land the patient in a coma." He pauses for a second letting it sink in, not knowing that I had spent the entire night looking up the terms, the symptoms, and everything that had to do with what possibly could be wrong with Edie.
Now, your baby seems to be doing fine. There is no restriction to oxygen or nutrients, and the blood flow to the placenta looks normal for now. But Edie's symptoms seem to be getting worse. And her blood pressure was rather high today." he says looking at her file.
I try to calm myself by breathing in and out.
"Look, I don't want to scare you. But the fact that your wife developed these symptoms before her 20th week concern me greatly. And although the baby seems to be doing well, Edie isn't. We don't want the worse case scenario to become a reality do we?"
"No we don't."
"Then I recommend that your wife stay here a few nights, only for observation. I'd like to make sure all of her vital organs are working healthily, and that we don't have any cause for concern later on in the pregnancy."
I swallow roughly. "Okay."
"Harry it's just a couple of nights okay? I'll be alright. Don't have a proper fit, you're not the one that has to sleep on this rock hard thing."
Edie bounces upon the mattress of the hospital bed, giving me a cheerful smile. I knew what she was doing, so I played along. I didn't want to worry her more than she probably already was.
"I'll bring you a couple of pillows later, love."
"Can you bring my books as well?"
"Of course." I plant a kiss upon her forehead.
As I turn to leave the room, I look back at Edie. She smiles at me, waving her hand.
"Bye, love." She lays her head back onto her pillow and gets herself comfortable.
As I make my way back into the main hallway I turn and see Ems and Niall sitting on one of the hard chairs in the waiting room.
"Did you say bye to your mum, baby?" I say as I approach Emma.
She nods and tries to smile.
"It's only a few days, Ems."
"How about we go have some dinner then?"
"Can we bring some to mum?"
Niall looks at me with a smile and I nod, "I can't see why not."