The night's 'entertainment' isn't all she seems.
Mom got on and asked how everyone was. I told her that the girls were fine and gave her all the details. Then I told her that I couldn't wait to see them.
After I tucked everyone in I left the hospital to get some rest. I hadn't been home for 10 minutes when the phone rang. It was Sheila, Caroline's best girlfriend, she was crying.
"I'm so sorry, I just heard."
"Heard what? That I was a father twice."
"Oh Alan the hospital didn't call yet, you don't know?
The line went dead.
The phone began to ring, and I knew something was wrong. I didn't want to answer it, but I did.
"Hello this is Dr. Delgado at Mercy Hospital, is this Alan Wright?"
"Yes it is, is there anything wrong?"
"There have been some complications in Caroline's case. We need you to come to the hospital now and discuss it."
I hung up the phone without answering the doctor and rushed to the hospital. When I got there, Dr. Delgado met me at the nurse's station. He led me to a small room on the side and began his speech.
"After you left here Caroline had a seizure. Evidently a blood clot formed and traveled to her brain. It was small but it seems to have caused a great deal of damage. She might not survive the night or she may however recover fully or she could remain in a coma for many years. We will have to wait and see."
I asked Dr. Delgado if I could see her. He explained to me that they were working on her and hooking her up to the machines that would keep her alive until (hopefully) she awakened from the coma. This would take several hours. After that I would be allowed to see her.
I sat down and began to cry. I was sure that Rachel didn't know. I would have to tell her but it would wait until she was stronger. My parents finally arrived and I continued to cry, as I fumbled through what had happened. My mother held me and cried as well. I could tell that dad was choking back his tears.
Exhausted, I finally fell asleep on a chair in the waiting room. My mom and dad watched over me as if I were a small child again. Morning came and I asked to see Caroline. They allowed me to look into her room through a window in her door. She had been moved into this room from a treatment room, only minutes ago. She was on a respirator and looked so small and helpless. All the wires and tubing seemed to be sucking the life out of her, although I knew they were there to help her. I could only watch for a little while before I started to cry again.
Dad said I should go home and clean up so that I could talk to Rachel. I needed to tell her about Caroline, the sooner the better. She is after all, Rachel's daughter. It would be the hardest thing I had ever done, but it would be better if she heard it from me first. I nodded to him and went home to change and clean up.
I hurried back to the hospital. Visiting hours would start shortly, mom and dad both wanted to see the babies so we went there first. My son and daughter were squalling loudly. The nurses held up so that we could see them. After they got to see the babies we went to see Rachel. She could tell by looking at my face that something was up. Before I could say anything she asked me what was wrong.
"Caroline..." I mumbled
"What's wrong with Caroline? Alan, tell me."
"She had a stroke she's in a coma."
"Is she going to be all right?"
"I don't know. I don't think so."
With that she started to cry. I held and consoled her. As we sat there the nurse brought in Alan for Rachel to feed. She asked the nurse to bring Mary in so she could be fed too. The nurse said she couldn't do that, but after I spoke with the doctor they bent the rules. It was nice to watch Rachel feed my son and daughter.
After about an hour the babies were returned to the nursery and I got permission for Rachel to visit Caroline.