What Do You Mean?: A Short Story

Twenty minutes passed and the cat scan was over. They said that my mom and my brother had to wait an hour until they got the results back. So they waited.

"Okay, I guess. Whatever," After this news, I just didn't want to talk. Within ten minutes, we had made it downstairs and my belly was scanned. I was shown my baby's fetus and just couldn't handle it. I left and went to my room. This day had just taken a turn for the worse and I didn't want to think

Dr. Ford found Reese on the ultrasound and froze. Quickly, he moved to Reagan and sighed. I was too busy looking at my babies to pay attention to his facial expression. Dr. Ford just sat there staring at me. I finally realized something was wrong and asked him if everything was okay, a smile was still on my face.

“ HELLO!!! I would like to know what are the recent changes in Rocio leon’s delivery.” My mom had been to the hospital a lot of times and she knew a little more of how the nurses were especially in that hospital.Then the doctor came out and said

Today wasn’t your average day. I woke up with an awkward huge smile that stretched from ear to ear. Obviously I was over anxious, and filled with excitement, like on those rare days your mom treats you to dinner. It was all because today was my best friend’s birthday! From the vibrant blue skies to the aroma of breakfast with unfortunately had passed, that aside today was going to be perfect or so I thought.

Ever since I was a kid I’ve wanted to have a sibling. I remember seeing other siblings interact while I was wishing I had somebody to call my little brother or sister. Little did I know that soon my wish would come true.

I might have been six, but I still wanted time with my parents without a nuisance running around the house. My mom had asked me two weeks ago if I wanted a sibling. I said I wasn’t sure, but I would think about it. Without my answer, she had told me she was pregnant. I was excited, but then I was scared. What if I had a sister that I could dress in cute clothes and we could have fun parties? What if I ended up getting a brother that would run around being annoying? I was confident that my mom would have a girl, until she said I needed to come to the ultrasound. As we were walking inside, it felt like my heart was beating out of my chest. We went to the waiting room and I didn’t talk at all, I was just imagining it being a girl that I could

“Congratulations, you’re going to have a baby girl!” the doctor giving the sonogram exclaimed. Then I had a flashback to when I first learned I was going to have a new sister.

As I finally realized that I was once again going to be an older sister, my stomach was in knots. After having a little sister and a little brother previously, I didn’t know if I would want another troublesome baby to pester me. When my mom told my younger siblings and I about the unimaginable news, I remember thinking, “Why another one?” I couldn’t believe that something so unplanned could’ve happened.

So I threw my closet door open and rushed to get ready, for today was the day that I had a little brother. Driving down the road was like someone put us all on mute, my grandma and sister holding their breaths for whatever is coming next.

For some, it’s a gentle light that brings happiness wherever it goes. A nimble bulb that wakens anything below it. A companion that brings warmth to all things. Overall, to some it’s a thing of beauty.

With the biggest smile on her face, she tells us, “You guys are gonna have a a little baby brother in November.” I sit there complete shock now wide awake. I do not know what to say or think. My mind is going crazy. What will his name be? Where will his room be? Will I be a good example? As I am lost in thoughts, I only show a smile on my face. As I snap back into reality, I get up and give another hug to my mom and stepdad. I knew this was something they both wanted, so I am happy for them, but how will it affect the rest of the family and

“Hey girls, when dad gets home, I am going to go to the hospital” she said. I was not very worried at first, I thought she was just going to have another ultrasound.

While the rest of the team had fallen asleep, I still laid awake lost in thought. We have already been on this plane for nineteen hours and thirty minutes. Which means we only have 20 minutes left on this horrible flight. I started to consider if we should've chosen a different airline, but then I realized I only dislike the 20 hours on this plane. I probably would've enjoyed this plane more if it wasn’t 20 hours. I don’t really know why, because I do enjoy the peacefulness I find on all planes.

A month later on the first week of August she went to the doctor’s office to get an ultrasound because she couldn’t feel the baby anymore. She finally went and the doctor told her that they couldn’t hear the baby's heart anymore, so they were going to operate her the next day. She was very nervous and worried because she wasn’t due until August 16th. The next day