missus snowdon

It had been a rough and awfully long week, Hannah had been working on last minute things for the baby shower as well as finally getting Oliver home- not to mention getting the Balance Book nearly finished. Hannah had ended her Saturday night going through each gift and writing down the names of those who had gotten a little something. Hannah was sure to send them thank you notes in the mail, she was overjoyed and overwhelmed (but of course in a good way) with everything she received Friday. Hannah hadn’t asked for much, just the little things, knowing Oliver and herself were looking forward to doing most of the shopping. The baby shower for Liam was a success, friends traveled from far and family came to spend more time. It was great seeing both families intertwine and get along, the reality had then hit Hannah- this was all real, the baby is coming soon..

Oliver had been out with the lads at their usual pub tonight, Hannah knew it was crucial for him to get some time away, she knew soon he’d be stuck home almost every day and night with Liam and herself. Finally Hannah headed down the hall from Liam’s room- that thankfully was halfway finished, just need decorations and a few more furniture pieces. Her feet were rather sore and of course swollen, much worse than usual. The pups had already claimed their spot on the bed, Oskar and Dylan patiently awaiting Hannah to also join them. As always Hannah felt a great sense of happiness and relaxation once she hit the sheets, soon she reached over to turn off the lamp on the nightstand. With her hand gracefully caressing her tum, Hannah then welcomed Dylan and Oskar beside her. “Night my little ones.” She whispered, scruffing Dylan’s ears and Oskar’s as well. “Night, Liam.” She called after, finally drifting off within minutes.

Though it had felt only a few minutes, it had been hours. Hannah was quickly awoken, muffled and quiet whimpers escaping her lips as she felt a couple shooting pains at her lower back and her sides. Her eyes had still been shut, hoping she could fall right back to sleep if she would simply ignore the slight discomfort. Hannah dismissed it easily due to the discomfort she had been encountering the past few nights. But these were rather different, worse than before. Hannah tossed and turned repeatedly, finally opening her eyes to take a glance at the clock. 3 in the morning. Hannah turned to find Oliver’s spot empty. ‘He’ll be home soon..’ She thought. She had then realised maybe she shouldn’t had dismissed the pains so easily.

Sleep is precious, especially for a mommy to be- her doctor reminded her every now and then. She always remembered the doctor also dismissing her pains as well. Something normal, he said. Don’t worry. The pain had grown much worse, though she was still able to stand it. With her movement the pups began to wake, Dylan being the first to reach and lick at her face. “M'alright.” She called out, petting the pup to lay back down. “Don’t want mum to sleep tonight huh Liam?” She whispered, her petite hand now resting at the bottom of her stomach. “C'mon love, s'not play time.” Hannah couldn’t help but smile at her own comment. Soon a shooting pain caused her to scrunch her nose and lose her smile. Hannah had then decided to head to the bathroom. ‘Could be my bladder’. She rubbed her eyes, sitting up. The pups stayed put, laying around the sheets after she had finally stood. Soon as the lass had stood on her feet, cramps along her lower back and stomach had gotten much worse than before. Moments before, Hannah was able to stand it but at this point, she held her shaky hand at her mouth feeling the urge to vomit. Hannah was in urgent mode, frantically looking for the light switch.

The cramps were much stronger now- soon Hannah flicked on the lights and although the feeling of having to vomit had drifted away, Hannah glanced at the mirror. Her eyes darted down to her thighs where Oliver’s t shirt had ended- just below the top of her thighs. Warm dark blood had trickled down her inner thigh. In complete disbelief the lass furrowed her brows- although seconds were crucial Hannah had no clue, no idea what was happening not what she should do. Finally her lanky yet petite fingers had began to pull up her t-shirt to expose herself. The undergarments had given her the answer to where it began, where it came from.

Crying, tears. All Hannah could react with were her cries. This was all she was capable of doing. Tears clouded her eyes, there was no way she could believe any of this was happening. 'Nothing was wrong, everything was fine.' She repeated each of those words in her head. She was in complete shock. What else could this mean? There had to be something, anything. In a matter of seconds a precious life could be gone, and all Hannah was able to do was stand there weak and helpless. Her fingers quickly dropped her shirt, stumbling down to the bathroom floor as he felt completely flimsy. Her mind couldn’t wrap around or simply process the situation she was in. Shock. She was in complete shock. Hannah attempted to crawl up against the wall, hoping she wouldn’t fall. Her feet were aching, the cramps kept coming. She finally caught her breath, exhaling and inhaling louder than ever. The pups had then raced to her side, whimpering- but Hannah had no time to react. She tried catching her breath again, it was impossible at this point. Instead she found herself now focusing on breathing correctly through her continuos cries. In that moment Hannah found herself in pure agony, fearing for her unborn child’s life, her life didn’t cross her mind at all.