Fragile

The next morning was the same for that both of us. I cried again because of so much vomiting and this time it is more worst than any other day. I think I just doze off almost the whole morning.

I’m not craving for any food, I just want to rest. And my stomach is like a roller coaster ride.

Some days I’m not like this. Vomiting happens just in the morning but this time I’m feeling dehydrated because of too much vomiting.

"Baby, we need to go to the hospital now." Hugh kept no convincing me since the second vomiting.

Now that he’s on his nth time and I almost can’t lift a finger I have done nothing but consent. I didn’t have the energy to travel, I think I passed out.

I just woke up with dextrose. Hugh is beside me. He’s worried but I saw his sigh of relief when he saw me opened my eyes. I smiled.

"It's alright," He seemed to cannot find his words. I assured him with holding his hands.

"It's the baby, I'm alright." He sighed and palmed my stomach. He made my stomach as his pillow and ki