"Nurse! How's my daughter?" I asked once she came into my room to check my BP. "She's doing good." She took my hand to check my pulse. "Thank God!" I let out a sigh of relief.
Suddenly I felt a sharp piercing pain in my upper arm and I yelped in pain. She injected a syringe without my knowledge.
I glared at the nurse who gave me a weird look. What can I say I am not fond of injection; It's not my fault anyway.
Voluntarily, my hand went to rub my stomach and the heartbeat of mine started to accelerate immediately. How I'm going to protect this baby? I let out an audible sigh and climbed out of the bed to the attempt of standing by my feet.
"Please take rest. Your condition is not good, the doctor recommended the bedrest." The nurse informed me. If it had for any other reason about her implying the bedrest, definitely I would have declined it but it's my baby and it's my main concern too.