The Baby That Changed Her Life. Louisa Heaton
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‘Do you mind telling me whether this is a planned pregnancy, or were you using contraception?’ she asked without thinking.
She’d not asked just because Rhea was a teenager. It was one of the questions that she always asked. It was important to know whether someone had planned their pregnancy. Whether they’d been actively trying for a baby, or whether the pregnancy was a complete accident and a surprise. It had a bearing on the mother’s attitude to it all. Just because a mother was at her booking visit it didn’t automatically mean that she wanted to keep the baby. Plus, she needed to know if Rhea had taken any prenatal vitamins.
‘I don’t see why that’s important.’
Callie put down her pen. ‘I’m sorry. I just wanted to know whether you’d planned the pregnancy or not.’
‘Because I’m sixteen? Because I’m young it must have been a mistake? Is that what you’re saying?’
Rhea met Callie’s gaze for the first time, and now Callie could see how frightened and unsure this young girl was.
Where was her support? She was so young! It had to be scary for her. Callie herself was twenty-eight—a whole twelve years older than Rhea—and she was terrified of being pregnant. How could she even begin to imagine how this girl felt?
‘No, not at all. I didn’t mean that. It’s a standard question—’
‘Well, I don’t want to talk about it. Next?’
Rhea folded her arms and closed up and didn’t meet Callie’s eyes again for the rest of the meeting.
It was obvious she was a troubled young woman, and if Callie was going to be there for her then she needed to get the young girl on side.
‘Let’s start again … Let’s look at your family health. Any medical problems on your side of the family I should know about? Diabetes? Asthma?’
Rhea shook her head reluctantly. ‘We’re fine.’
‘Again this is a standard question: any history of depression? Anything like that?’
‘My mum has that.’
Right, okay—that’s something.
‘Do you know if your mum suffered with postnatal depression?’
‘No.’
‘That’s okay.’ Voice still neutral. Unthreatening. Soft. Rhea was answering the questions.
‘What about the father of the baby?’
Rhea stiffened, still not meeting her gaze, shuffling her feet, twiddling with her bag strap with nervous fingers. ‘What about him?’
‘Any health issues on his side we should be concerned about?’
‘I don’t know.’
What is it about the father of this baby that she doesn’t want me to know?
‘How tall is he?’
‘What?’ Rhea frowned.
‘His height? It can have a bearing on the size of your baby.’
Surely she can tell me his height?
‘I don’t know.’
Callie paused. What was going on here? How did she not know the boy’s height? Or perhaps she did know but didn’t want to give Callie any clues that might identify him? Perhaps he was an older man? Married? Or was he younger than Rhea? Which would be a whole different kettle of fish. Not that she wanted to think that way, but it was a possibility she had to consider.
‘How did you two meet?’ That wasn’t a standard question, but Callie felt she needed to do some extra detective work on this case if she were to get any helpful answers.
‘What’s that got to do with anything?’
Callie shrugged. ‘I’m just interested.’
‘Nosy, more like. How I got pregnant has got nothing to do with you. You’re a midwife. You should know how people get pregnant, yeah? So just tell me what I need to do next so I can get out of here.’
Callie shrank back from the anger, but she was getting really concerned for Rhea. The girl was so angry and scared. There had to be a way to help her. To get the young girl to trust her.
‘Okay, okay … I guess what I really need to know is your intention. You’re very young and I have no idea of your support system. I’m making no judgements, but I need to know what your intentions are regarding this pregnancy.’
‘My intentions?’
‘Yes. Are you keeping it? Are you here to ask about other options?’ She didn’t want to use the word abortion unless Rhea used it first.
She was quiet for a while, and Callie could see that Rhea’s eyes were filling with tears. Her nose was going red and she was really fighting the urge to cry. All Callie’s instincts told her to reach out and comfort her, to put an arm around her, to show her that someone genuinely cared. But it wouldn’t have been professional to break that boundary— and, besides, she wasn’t comfortable being that person just yet with Rhea. Any show of affection might have the opposite effect and send Rhea running for the hills.
So she sat quietly and waited, her gaze on Rhea’s face.
‘I don’t want it.’ Her voice was quiet and empty of emotion.
‘You don’t?’ This was what she’d suspected.
‘No.’
‘Then there are two options open to you, Rhea.’
Tears rolled down Rhea’s cheeks. ‘I can’t have an abortion. I don’t believe in it.’
‘Right … okay.’
‘I want to give it away. Get rid of it that way.’
It.
So impersonal. So unattached.
I called my baby ‘it’.
There had to be personal reasons for Rhea’s decision, but Callie truly felt that now was not the time to push for them. If Rhea wanted to give her baby away after it was born, that gave Callie six more months of learning about Rhea and working with her to find out what was going on and how best she could help her.
It was a big decision to give away your baby.
It was what I was going to do. Give the baby to Lucas and Maggie. Only it’s not ‘the’ baby now. It’s ‘my’ baby, isn’t it?
Isn’t it?
Callie wasn’t sure. She and Lucas still hadn’t discussed properly what they were going to do to sort this. But they needed to. They were on the clock now and time was ticking. Should she still give the baby to Lucas? Was it even her decision to make?
Callie decided that once the booking clinic was over she was going to call the fertility clinic and ask to speak to one of the counsellors there. She, Lucas and Maggie had each undertaken individual counselling before agreeing to the surrogacy, but the situation had changed now. Everything was different.
I was going to give my baby away. Happily. I was going to do it for Lucas and Maggie.
Who was Rhea doing it for? What was Rhea doing it for?
‘Okay. We can talk about that. It’s a big decision.’
‘I know what I’m doing.’
‘Have you talked to your family about it?’
‘It’s not their decision. It’s mine. My body—my choice.’
‘Of course it is. I’m not denying that.’
‘Just