thefictionvixens Chapter 618 - 589: Simon Forrester’s Troubles
Chapter 618 - 589: Simon Forrester’s Troubles
Why would Quentin Thorne need to slip a small envelope to an obstetrician? He planned to speak directly with the hospital director, requesting special attention for Sienna Thornton’s C-section.Sienna Thornton objected, but he agreed in words. As soon as his daughter and son-in-law left, he immediately called the director, mentioning Sienna Thornton’s surgery schedule and her lead surgeon. The director responded with deference, promising to convene a meeting to ensure proper attention to the matter.
With everything decided, Quentin Thorne then called Auntie King and Melinda Linton to a family meeting, primarily to discuss how they would care for Sienna during her hospital stay, ensuring comprehensive support without disturbing the mother and baby’s rest.
The three of them deliberated for quite a while before finally coming up with a plan.
Meanwhile, Simon Forrester and his wife had returned to Fenmore Hill. Seeing that it was still early, they decided to take a stroll in the garden.
Compared to the past few days, Sienna Thornton was less anxious and not as melancholic today, mainly because Simon Forrester assured her that Scott Langford would be present during the surgery, which put her at ease.
However, thinking about the incision to be made on her belly and uterus in two days, Sienna sighed, "I originally thought I could deliver naturally with my big hips. How could I be unable to? It’s downright embarrassing."
"Big where?" Simon, with his arm around her waist, slid his hand a bit lower, saying, "You have more flesh, not bigger bones."
"It’s all the hips though..."
Sienna sighed, looking up at the sky, "Why did this baby grow such a big head? With a biparietal diameter of 98, if it were smaller, maybe I could have a natural birth. That would be much better, no surgery, and I’d be able to bounce back immediately after giving birth."
Simon laughed heartily, "I’ve been concerned about our daughter’s biparietal diameter too. Her head is so big, it’s not very dainty." He paused for a moment, then added, "But a bigger head is fine; we’ll go for the bold and dashing route!"
Sienna laughed along.
They walked a few laps around the yard, with the cool mountain breeze of the summer evening blowing gently against them, puffing up Sienna’s cotton-linen maternity dress, making her feel utterly relaxed and comfortable. She was reluctant to go back inside and wished, "Let’s walk a few more laps. Maybe the baby will decide to come out on her own."
Simon checked his watch, "We’ve already walked for twenty minutes. Ten more minutes should be enough; you shouldn’t walk too long or it might hurt your knees."
Sienna gently patted her tummy and spoke to her baby with her head lowered, "Come on, baby, you can do it. Come out in ten minutes so mommy won’t have to go through the surgery."
They took two more laps around the soccer field, but ten minutes later, the baby still showed no sign of wanting to come out. Feeling defeated, Sienna returned home, dejected, to shower and rest.
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The next morning, Sienna was still asleep when Simon got up early. He prepared breakfast first, then carefully checked the things they needed to bring to the hospital. It was already eight o’clock by the time he finally woke Sienna up.
After breakfast, they drove to the hospital.
Along the way, they encountered a bit of traffic, and by the time they arrived at the hospital, it was almost ten o’clock. Sienna fretted, "Oh no, we’re late! The admission counter sure will be crowded by now. We’ll have to wait a long time in line, right?"
The city hospital was Brimfield’s best public hospital, always bustling with people. Nowadays, terminal payment is very advanced, allowing medical fees and prepayments via mobile phones. However, for admission procedures, because patient and family signatures are required on certain documents, one must check in at the hospital admission office.
Simon frowned slightly, uttering an "Hmm."
He wasn’t worried about waiting in line; rather, he was concerned about Sienna, heavily pregnant and exhausted from standing, coupled with the risk of catching something in a crowded place full of patients, especially when she’s so close to delivery.
He started blaming himself for not planning thoroughly, thinking that he should have come early to settle everything before returning to pick up Sienna so they could head straight to their room.
Early August is the hottest time, with the sun scorching the land.
Simon carried their luggage on his shoulder, holding an umbrella over Sienna with one hand. The umbrella covered Sienna entirely from the sun, but he ended up sweating profusely, his black polo shirt soaked on the back.
They headed towards the inpatient building.
"I’ll take you to Joyce’s office first so you can rest while I handle the paperwork," Simon said.
"But it’s Friday, and Dr. Sutton has clinic hours. Is it okay to interrupt her?"
"It’s fine. Once you deliver, we’ll treat her to a meal."
Talking things over, they soon reached the inpatient building.
Before entering the lobby, Simon put away the umbrella, then pulled out a thermal water bottle from the luggage, along with a disposable towel, which he wet and used to wipe Sienna’s face and neck.
He worried she’d catch a cold or suffer heatstroke if she walked into the air-conditioned lobby drenched in sweat.
Sienna took out a wet wipe and helped wipe the sweat off his forehead.
After this small flurry of activity, just as they were about to enter the lobby, a group of people in lab coats approached them. The middle-aged man leading the group appeared to be around Quentin Thorne’s age, wearing gold-rimmed glasses with his hair slicked back.
They walked straight towards Simon and Sienna.
Sienna looked at the newcomers in bewilderment, about to ask Simon if he knew them, when they had already reached them.
The leading man smiled warmly, introducing himself as the hospital director. He explained that the room and paperwork were ready, and they just needed Sienna’s healthcare card to finalize the admission.
Sienna was caught off guard and asked, "Do you know me?"
The director smiled, "I spoke to your father on the phone last night. I know your situation, rest assured, I have it all arranged."
Sienna understood, feeling both grateful and reserved. At this moment, it didn’t matter anymore; she asked Simon for her insurance card.
The director then handed the card to an assistant-looking person, and personally escorted them to their room.
The room was a suite. Although not large, it was very clean. Being on a higher floor, it had great natural lighting. Besides the patient’s room, there was a small kitchen, a tiny living room, one bathroom outside, and a shower in the room.
Sienna was pleased and whispered to Simon, "If we handled the admission ourselves, would we have gotten a room like this?"
The nurse making the bed overheard and smiled, "Suite rooms in obstetrics are really sought after and generally unavailable. This room’s previous occupant was discharged just yesterday afternoon, and the director instructed us to reserve it, otherwise, it would surely have been booked this morning."
Speaking up, she glanced back at Simon and Sienna, possibly pondering what extraordinary status they held to have someone as renowned as the director involved in such a relatively simple surgical procedure from start to finish.
Sienna smiled and stepped out of the room to thank the director.
The director’s group was still standing outside, discussing something quietly. When they saw her coming, they smiled warmly, saying, "Niece, come here, sit down for a bit. I’ll personally walk you through the surgery process."