Rose
“Rose, are you okay?”
I look at Frida but say nothing.
“Rose! Are you okay? Why are you looking at me like I have three heads?” Frida giggles nervously.
“Am I okay!? How can you ask me that? Of course, I am not okay! I have four humans growing inside me. FOUR!” I nearly scream.
Frida chuckles at my outburst. “Aww, sweetheart. Do not freak out about this. Just breathe, okay? It’s going to be okay.”
I continue to stare at Frida, my eyes filled with a mix of shock, fear, and disbelief. How can she be so calm about this? Four babies growing inside me—how can anything be okay about that? I try to take Frida’s advice and take a deep breath, but it feels impossible.
“This is not funny, Frida. It’s overwhelming, terrifying even. I don’t know how to handle this.”
Frida’s expression sof
