Chapter 12 - Hospital Monitors Reveal The Baby's Fight
Inside the master bedroom, the rhythmic beep of the cardiac and fetal monitors filled the tense, quiet air.
Dr. Evans, a top-tier obstetrician flown in on Alvin’s private jet, adjusted the ultrasound wand gently across my abdomen.
Alvin stood anxiously at the bedside, holding my warm hand while staring intently at the flickering medical display.
“How is the baby, Doctor?” Alvin asked, his voice cracking with uncharacteristic vulnerability.
Dr. Evans smiled faintly, pointing toward a tiny, steady heartbeat pulsing brightly on the ultrasound screen.
“Your grandchild is a fighter, Mr. Sterling. Despite the severe cold shock, the amniotic buffer protected the baby entirely.”
Alvin let out a long, shuddering breath of profound relief, pressing my limp fingers gently against his lips.
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“Thank God... thank God,” Alvin whispered, wiping a stray tear from his weathered cheek.
“She’s going to pull through this, Alvin. Her body temperature is stabilizing, and she’s starting to regain color,” the doctor added.
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