Jeanna watched her mother sitting there reading the newspaper and drinking her morning cup of coffee. They had such a good relationship. They were best friends. That’s all she wanted. She wanted to feel that unconditional love, the bond that only exists between a mother and her child. Although at the moment her mother was working her last nerve. “You’re not even listening to me, Mom!”
“Oh, Jeanna, quit being so stubborn and go to the doctor already,” Rose said glancing up at her.
“Mom, what good is that going to do? It’s been five years since and Jeremy’s already been checked out. They’re going to tell me there’s something wrong with me and then tell me it’s going to cost thousands of dollars to fix it. And even then there’s no guarantee’s,” she sighed.
“Well I don’t know what to tell you. I’m not a doctor. Maybe you’ll find out it’s nothing. It’s worth a try, isn’t it?”
Jeanna’s stood up and began to pace. She was fighting back tears. She walked through the dining room, into the living room and then right back to the kitchen table. She sat down, looked at her mom, and the tears started trickling down her cheeks. “I know it’s something. I can feel it. We shouldn’t have waited so long to start trying. I just thought we were being responsible. I thought it’d be easier if we had all of our shit together and our priorities straight before we started popping out babies. And now it’s too late.”
Rose looked at her daughter and felt her pain. She had the same problems when she was younger. She finally got pregnant after years of trying and then had a miscarriage. It was the most painful thing she ever experienced. She thought her world was over until she found out she was pregnant with Jeanna. That’s why she had hope. “Jeanna, sweetheart, call the doctor and make an appointment. I’ll go with you. You will get through this. There are so many things they can do for women now days. Your time will come, I promise.”
“For some reason I don’t believe that, but I’ll call tomorrow to schedule an appointment.”
Rose walks over to her daughter and hugs her, “I love you my Jeanna-bean.”
She smiles, “I love you, too, Mom.”
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