In the hospital ward, I lay on the bed. The medical monitor made a dripping sound in my ear. To pass the time, I reached into my nightstand, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV hanging on the wall.
“Hey, are you feeling better?” Frade pushed the door open.
“Can you tell the doctor to turn off the damn device?” I hate to hear such a short and continuous dripping sound, which makes me mistakenly think that I am seriously ill.
“It's a baby heartbeat monitor.” Frade, who is sitting next to me, glances at the flashing red light. “I don't like the sound of it either, but it can monitor the baby's heartbeat at any time. You have to listen to the doctor.”
“Is there something wrong with the baby?” I asked hastily.
“It's fine.” Frade put his hand on my belly. “The doctor said that it's normal to have occasional abdominal pain in the early stages of pregnancy.”
I breathed a sigh of relief.
