Camila's POV
The next morning, I felt it was finally time to visit my gynecologist. After getting out of bed, I went to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, gazing at my belly.
I gently touched my tummy, thinking about the tiny life growing inside me. A soft smile curved my lips as I whispered,
"Hey, little one. I know you're just starting to grow, but I wanted to talk to you. I don't know what the future holds, but I promise I'll do everything I can to give you the best life possible.
It might be tough sometimes, and there will be challenges, but we're in this together. You're already my little miracle… and I can't wait to meet you."
A wave of emotions swelled in my chest, and a tear escaped, sliding down my cheek. This was the beginning of something new, something overwhelming, but I felt a quiet strength inside me. No matter what lay ahead, I believed we would face it together with me and my little one.
After getting ready, I headed to my doctor's office for my checkup. Nervous energy fluttered in my stomach, but I reminded myself this was an important step for both of us. I was determined to make all the right choices, starting with proper medical care.
In the waiting room, I tried to distract myself by flipping through a magazine, but my thoughts kept drifting back to my baby. I wondered what they would look like, who they would become. Would they take after me? Or their father?
I was lost in these thoughts when the nurse called my name. My heart raced as I followed her to the exam room. Settling onto the table, I took a deep breath just as the doctor walked in.
"Hello, Ms. Camila," she greeted me warmly. "I'm Dr. Jones, and I'll be your OB/GYN throughout your pregnancy. I know this can all feel like a lot, but I'm here to guide you every step of the way. Let's start by going over some basics, and then we'll move on to your examination."
Her kindness instantly put me at ease. I listened carefully as she explained prenatal care, nutrition, and the importance of rest and gentle exercise. She patiently answered all my questions, and by the time the exam began, I felt much calmer.
After the examination, Dr. Jones reviewed my results with a reassuring smile.
"Everything looks good so far," she told me. "We'll do some blood work and genetic tests just to make sure everything is on track, but for now, you and your baby are in great shape."
Relief flooded through me. But there was still something weighing on my mind.
"What about my job?" I asked hesitantly. "I'm an image consultant, and I travel a lot. Is that going to be a problem?"
Dr. Jones considered my concern thoughtfully.
"That's a very good question," she replied. "Pregnancy is a time of change, and you may need to adjust your work routine. It's important to have an open conversation with your employer. Some women choose to work from home, while others carefully manage their travel schedules. The key is finding what works best for you and your baby."
Her words comforted me, but doubts lingered.
"What if my job doesn't allow any flexibility?" I asked quietly.
Dr. Jones's expression softened.
"That's not an easy situation," she admitted. "But it's important to advocate for yourself. Pregnancy requires support and understanding, and if your employer can't provide that, you may need to consider if it's the right environment for you. Your well-being and your baby's health come first."
I nodded, knowing she was right, even if the thought of leaving my job scared me. I loved what I did.
"Thank you, Dr. Jones," I said sincerely. I hesitated before adding, "I… I have something else to confess."
She gave me an encouraging look.
"Go ahead."
"The truth is… I drank some alcohol recently," I admitted, my voice tight with guilt. "That's why I came today. I was really worried it might harm the baby."
Concern crossed her face, but she kept her tone gentle.
"I'm glad you told me," she said. "It's good that you're seeking guidance. However, it's important to understand that alcohol is not safe during pregnancy. Even small amounts can impact your baby's development."
Shame washed over me.
"I didn't know," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I'm so sorry. What can I do now?"
Dr. Jones placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
"First, don't be too hard on yourself," she said. "What matters most is what you do from now on. Avoid alcohol completely, eat a balanced diet, get plenty of rest, and manage your stress. And remember, I'm here if you have any questions or concerns along the way."
Her understanding calmed me.
"Thank you, Dr. Jones. I'll do everything I can to take care of myself and my baby."
"That's the right attitude," she smiled. "And don't forget to be kind to yourself. Pregnancy is a journey with ups and downs. Take it one day at a time."
"I will," I said, rising to my feet. "Thank you so much for your help. I feel much better now."
"It was my pleasure," she replied warmly. "And remember, I'm just a call away if you need anything."
As I walked out of the office, a sense of relief filled me. There was still so much uncertainty, but I felt ready to face it.
Then, just as I stepped into the waiting area, I froze.
"Henry? What are you doing here?"