Chapter 6
For the first time in her life, Olivia didn’t know what to do with Haviland. She couldn’t bring him into the hospital and she couldn’t leave him sitting in the Range Rover for the second time in one day. Desperate, she pulled in front of The Canine Cottage and raced inside with the befuddled poodle.
One of the groomers smiled at her over the sudsy back of a Great Dane. “Hi, Ms. Limoges. We didn’t expect to see you today.”
Olivia hesitated. She hated begging for favors and it was plain to see that the groomers were very busy. “I’m in a tight spot. My sister-in-law is having a baby and I can’t waltz Haviland through the labor and delivery unit. He’s been in the car all day and he’s hot and tired.” She paused. “I never expected my sister-in-law to ask for me. I think something’s wrong . . .” She took a deep breath and finished the thought. “When my brother called, I could tell he was terrified. Can you help?”
The young woman touched the Dane on the flank and walked around the tub. “Don’t you worry about a thing. Haviland can stay here until we close. We’ll pamper him so much that he won’t even notice you’re gone.”
“Thank you
When she reached the hospital, she found Hudson prowling around the labor and delivery waiting room like a caged leopard. Caitlyn was there as well. Clutching a picture book in one hand and a ragged Barbie in the other, she seemed to be trying to shrink into her chair. Her knees were drawn up to her chest in a protective gesture, and she watched her father through dark, worried eyes.
Olivia grabbed her brother’s hand. “How’s Kim?”
He squeezed hers in return, the desperate pressure of his conveying his distress. “It’s not her. It’s the baby. Something’s not right with his heart.”
“Why aren’t you back there?” Olivia asked without judgment.
Hudson shook his head. “They took Kim into an operating room for a C-section. I couldn’t leave Caitlyn out here all alone.” Hudson swallowed hard. “A doctor stopped by a few minutes ago to explain our ‘options.’ There’s some kind of surgery that could fix the baby’s heart, but they can’t do it here. I gotta tell you—I didn’t understand what the hell the man was talking about. It was like he was talking in another language.” Still holding on to Olivia’s hand, he nearly crushed her bones with the force of his grip. “Help us. Please.”
A lump formed in Olivia’s throat, but now was not the time to get emotional. “It’ll be okay, Hudson.” She reclaimed her throbbing hand. “Go comfort your daughter. She knows something’s wrong. I’ll go back there and find out exactly what’s going on and what needs to be done.”
Olivia paused only long enough to put her hand on Caitlyn’s shoulder. “Hey. Long day, huh?”
Caitlyn nodded.
“Sit tight for a little while longer and then you and I will hunt down some ice cream. I hear this hospital has a pretty cool cafeteria.” Olivia did her best to sound calm and in control. “First, I want to check on your mom. Be back soon.”
The little girl didn’t say anything, but her body relaxed a fraction. She unfolded her legs and opened her book. Hudson took the seat next to his daughter and pretended to be interested in the illustration of a princess choosing which accessories to wear with her gold and ivory ball gown. Caitlyn leaned toward her father and whispered, “Once upon a time . . .”
Olivia pressed a button on the wall and announced herself to the nurse on duty. A buzzer sounded and the door leading into the ward was unlocked. Olivia squared her shoulders and stepped through. She walked briskly up a hallway lined with dozens of photographs of smiling babies, but she kept her gaze locked straight ahead. At the moment, it was disconcerting to see the apple-cheeked faces of those healthy infants.
“I’m here to see Kim Hudson,” she informed the nurse seated behind a low counter, and then quickly added, “She’s been asking for me.”
The nurse made a quick phone call and then suggested Olivia take a seat, but Olivia shook off the suggestion and remained where she was. When the nurse looked up from her paperwork, she must have realized that Olivia wasn’t going to sit and wait quietly.
“I’d like to know if my sister-in-law is out of surgery,” Olivia said, looming over the counter.
Another nurse approached the desk. She smiled at Olivia and said, “Mrs. Hudson is doing just fine. She’s in her room. I was heading in that direction anyway, so you can come on back with me.”
Olivia felt a slight loosening of the knot that had formed in the pit of her stomach. “And the baby?”
The nurse walked briskly down a silent corridor, her rubber-soled shoes making no noise on the white laminate flooring. “They’re going to take him to Pitt Memorial, but I’ll let the pediatric nurse explain everything.”
Him? Olivia slowed her pace. A boy. Before she had time to take this in, the nurse knocked lightly on a door marked with the name Salter and entered. “Mrs. Hudson? Your sister-in-law’s here!” she announced brightly.
Seeing Olivia, Kim’s face immediately crumpled. Tears ran in rivulets from her eyes onto the stiff white pillow. “Oh, thank God. I don’t understand what’s wrong with my baby! Why can’t I see him?”
Olivia had little skill when it came to bedside manner. Trusting her instinct, she laid a hand on Kim’s arm and promised to do anything she could to help. As she spoke, she spied an African American woman wearing a scrub top covered with pink and purple hearts. She was standing quietly near the window, the afternoon light casting a white corona around her head, giving her an angelic appearance. She walked around the bed and introduced herself to Olivia as Dru Ann Love. Her name and the heart design on her shirt were certainly comforting, but it was the woman’s sense of calm that inspired confidence.
“Mrs. Hudson asked for me to explain things after you arrived. I don’t have much time, but I’ll explain as quickly and succinctly as I can,” Nurse Love stated plainly and looked at Kim. “Your son was born with a congenital heart defect. It’s called atrial septal defect. In layman’s terms, it basically means that there’s a hole in his heart.”
Kim made a whimpering sound, and Olivia stroked her arm, her gaze never leaving Nurse Love’s warm brown eyes.
“In a normal heart,” the nurse continued, “blood that is low in oxygen passes through the right ventricle and into the lungs where it receives oxygen. These two chambers of the heart are separated by a thin wall called the atrial septum. Because your nephew has a hole in his atrial septum, the oxygen-rich blood is mixing with the oxygen-poor blood, and the lungs are receiving an increased amount of blood. Basically, they’re getting too much blood.”
“And this doesn’t show up in utero?” Olivia asked.
Nurse Love shook her head. “Not always. Sometimes pediatricians discover the condition when they hear a heart murmur and sometimes the stress of labor makes it obvious, but the bottom line is that your nephew requires a pediatric cardiologist and we don’t have one at this hospital. As we speak, he’s being prepped for transport to Pitt Memorial in Greenville. They have an excellent pediatric cardiology department there.”
Kim tried to sit up in bed. Wincing in pain, she cried, “I have to be with him!”
Olivia didn’t need a medical degree to know that her sister-in-law wasn’t going anywhere. The last thing she wanted to do was volunteer to take her place. To sit in an ambulance with a newborn infant stuck full of wires and tubes and requiring emergency surgery was Olivia’s idea of hell. The truth was that Olivia Limoges was afraid of babies. She’d never held one in her life. Children were disconcerting enough, but a baby was the epitome of helpless fragility. Still, she couldn’t ignore the agony on Kim’s face, and she’d promised her brother that she’d do anything to help.
“There, there,” Nurse Love tried to soothe Kim. “I’ll be with him every second of the drive and for the surgery
