Fellow Travellers.

I do not know the exact date that my fellow traveller joined me on our journey. I had no expectation of her presence and so I did not search for her, but she searched for me, she held on tightly and our journey began.

I floated uncomfortably in the tub, trying to submerge as much of my body as possible. The nausea was almost unbearable and as I recovered from another surge of pain my mind floated back to the beginning. Then too, I lay in a tub, trying my best to deal with the unexplained nausea I was experiencing. Something I ate? I clung to this idea, afraid of the other possibility. Mr.W was nowhere near as afraid and he knew immediately. Another rush of pain, I returned to reality. I glanced uneasily in his direction, the helplessness in his eyes clearly visable.

Time passed slowly, minutes seemed like hours and hours like days. My pain wore on through the weekend, Saturday & Sunday came and went, leaving in their wake exhaustion and a enormous amount of anticipation. For 282 days I held my fellow traveller closer then I ever will again, I felt every move, every hick-up. Together we experienced nausea, mood swings, all manners of aches, pains and many other complaints.

Arriving at the hospital, we were ushered into our room. My own bathroom, a double bed, not so bad. I sudden rush of relief flooded over me as I made my way into the shower. I emerged after what seemed a very short time with an overpowering sensation, I had no power to control or fight it, my body knew what to do and I was at the mercy of nature. At 10:56pm my fellow traveller made her way from my body into the bright lights of our hospital room. We had experienced so much together, but it was only the beginning. This was the day that our real journey began.

Post inspired by Sunday Scribblings "Fellow Travellers" prompt.