style="font-size:15px;"> She pointed an area just above the base of her skull.
Carly’s gut tightened. Not a good place. It was near the brain stem, the part of the brain that controlled autonomic functions such as heart rate and respiration.
“And how long ago did the headache start?”
Naomi shrugged. “About two hours ago. I called Carly when it didn’t go away.”
He shot her a look she couldn’t decipher. If he dared lecture her on giving out her phone number, she was going to give him a piece of her mind. It was what midwives did. Babies came on their own schedule. She’d delivered many in the middle of the night.
Yes, she could let another midwife go out on some of those calls, but Carly was fiercely protective of her patients and tried to follow them all the way through to delivery and beyond whenever possible. Yes, there were sometimes instances when she couldn’t—for example if two women started laboring at the same time, but that didn’t happen that often.
Naomi moaned and arched her neck. “It’s back. It comes in waves.”
Without him asking, Carly grabbed the cart that contained the blood pressure equipment, wrapped the cuff around the patient’s upper arm and pumped it tight, waiting as the tick of the needle bottomed out. “One twenty over sixty.”
“Within the normal range.”
A nurse came in and asked Douglas to accompany her outside to get some information. Things between the clinic and the hospital were shared, so they should also be able to pull up Naomi’s file with a few clicks of computer keys. Adem glanced at the husband. “If we’re not here when you come back, it’s because they’ve called us up for the MRI. The nurse can tell you how to find us, but one of us will try to catch you as we’re leaving.”
With that the pair were out of the room, leaving Adem and Carly to continue working to find the cause of their patient’s headache.
Adem’s phone buzzed. He glanced at it and then at her. “They’re ready for us.”
He was back to his businesslike self. Whatever she’d sensed in the canteen that day was gone. It had probably never been there in the first place. Just like that crazy dream she’d had. All just drummed up by her subconscious.
They helped Naomi back into the wheelchair. Fortunately her symptoms hadn’t progressed to numbness or weakness. Just her massive headache, which was still worrying due to the location. Carly ran to tell Douglas and then met up with Adem and Naomi again at the elevator. As the doors opened, all Carly could do was hope for the best and pray that everything turned out well for both Naomi and her baby.
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