Nefretiri
'We have to get them out as soon as possible.'
That was the decision I had to deal with now.
It was confirmed that I had preeclampsia. Bailey called it toxemia because it was easier to say, but it was the same thing either way. This could kill the four of us if we weren't careful, and I had to think of my children. The problem was that they weren't ready to enter the world. So, we were stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Olivia and Cassey had grown so fast, but their bodies weren't developed enough to survive outside my body. Even Devin, who had more gestational time in the womb, lacked mature lungs and a heart. Yetunde explained that even though magic was accelerating things, it was still a massive strain on their little bodies, and their organs had difficulty catching up. They'd be on machines for months if they were delivered now, and all five pack doctors agreed it was too risky to induce me. That meant treating me as high risk.
