I just want to say a GIANT, HUGE, ENORMOUS THANK YOU to everyone who has picked up a copy of Escaping Me this week! I'm so grateful to each and every one of you! A certain little sister is causing quite a stir and I just want to let you all know that
the rumors are true! Mallory is getting her own book! I'm working on it now and I want to share the prologue here with you! I hope you love it!
P.S. If Escaping Me makes the Top 100 on Amazon... I'll post the first chapter of Finding You!
I love hospital rooms. I know, it's a crazy thought to have, but let's be honest... There is a ton of cool shit to play with—stethoscopes, blood pressure pumps, rubber gloves. I guess I'm just one of those people that has yet to have some life altering event happen in a hospital. No one I am close to has ever died or battled cancer. I have never broken a bone or been
ill. I'm lucky as far as that goes. So for the time being, I'm still naïve about what really goes on inside hospital rooms. I'm just about to blow up and draw a face on the aforementioned rubber glove when my sister clears her throat.
“Really, Mal? Are you five?” She rolls her eyes and checks her cell phone again.
“Sorry,” I chuckle, tossing the glove into the trash. “Is he on his way?”
“I hope so,” she sighs. “I really don't want to be alone when this happens.”
“You're not alone,” I remind her. “I'm here.”
“Oh, great. It will be me, some nurses, a doctor and someone who still thinks it's fun to lick tongue depressors and stick them on her forehead.”
“You totally laughed at that.” I point at her sternly. “And for the record, Cole would do the same damn thing and you know it.”
She nods with a grin. “You're right.” She resumes her People magazine page flipping and I continue to push every button on the control panel for the hospital bed—legs up, back up, and so on—until a nurse walks in and walks over the monitors.
“How's the pain?” she asks.
“Manageable,” Whitney answers as I run through the eight available television channels with the giant two-button clicker. Why the hospital system hasn't invested in Dish Network is beyond me.
“Good,” she replies. “I'll let the doctor know that things are progressing perfectly. Shouldn't be much longer. I'll have the
anesthesiologist come in for the epidural soon.”
“Great! Let's get this show on the road.” I shoot her a thumbs up and catch my sister snicker as she shakes her head. After the nurse excuses herself, I grab the cup of ice chips sitting next to me and shake a few into my mouth.
“This whole labor thing isn't near as bad as it's cracked up to be,” I throw my head back against the pillow and smile, crunching the ice between my teeth.
“Let's see how you feel about that when it's time to push,” Whitney suggests. “And then there's all the blood.”
I took her words into consideration knowing full well that I was about to have my first major experience in a hospital room. I start to have a mild panic attack. What if something goes wrong? What if a c-section has to be performed? Can I handle this by myself?
“Want me to try and call him again?” Whitney asks, obviously reading my expression.
“Yeah,” I nod. “Probably a good idea.”
Just a little insight into what I'm thinking!
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