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A month after our wedding ceremony on Vulcan, I began to feel ill. We were just starting to settle into our new home on the outskirts of Shi'Kahr when the nausea and vomiting suddenly hit. I couldn't sit in a council meeting for more than 20 minutes without running to the bathroom and due to the extreme weather conditions, I soon became bed bound from extreme dehydration. After the second day, Sarek insisted we go to the hospital, while I denied, I was happy when he didn't listen to me as I don't remember being carried into the hospital. I do remember, however, waking up and getting the shock of a lifetime. The doctor was slightly blurry in my vision, but I could make out her long brown curly hair and her tan complexion.
"Mrs. Sarek," She really was not good at hiding fear, I could tell she was a new doctor. "It seems that you have both Vulcan and Human pregnancy hormones in your blood"
While I was in and out of sleep, I got a clear view of the color draining from to my Vulcan husband's face, he quickly sat down in the chair beside me as the doctor explained that upon triple checking the blood work herself that I was indeed pregnant.
"The hybrid specialist will come in, but only if you should agree to continue with the pregnancy."
I watched her eye glare over from me to my husband, apparently waiting for him to answer. He looked at me, a tinge concern in his eyes, before turning to the doctor saying,
"My opinion is of no significance, for it is not I who is carrying the child".
And so, it was all up to me. My strength was all but gone, and the thought of speaking made my body ache. So, I just laid there and thought as all eyes were suddenly on me. The mental wall keeping my thoughts my own was all but diminished, knowing he could hear me I let myself think freely, and yes logically. It's not up to me, Sarek. It's up to us. You are the father, and after all I didn't get myself pregnant. You did warn me, we married as you were entering Pon Farr, and you did explain the chances of conceiving were significantly higher… but I did further research and biologically it should have been impossible for me to conceive. Our DNA is vastly different.
Feeling annoyed at all the eyes on me, I drew in a deep and painful breath. My chest and ribs ached from all the vomiting.
"Moment… alone…with husband…please." Was all I could managed.
As the room cleared, I caressed his hand and talked through our bond while he responded with words. We listed all the pro's and con's about continuing this pregnancy with Sarek noting that his only concern was my health. After an hour of talk, we decided that the best thing to do was to continue the pregnancy noting that since this was also a half human pregnancy that the horrid sickness could pass within the first trimester. We agreed that with all the medical advances that we should at least try and give the child a chance to survive. However, something else still had to be said, I fought myself to say the next words as they were too important not to be said out loud and I wanted to make sure that he understood.
"If anything, is to happen… promise… you do…what you think… is best. Logically. You choose… whether … to save…me or baby."
He was silent for a while, and just as I opened my mouth to speak his words stopped me.
"Your life is more important to me".
Upon our decision the hybrid specialist came in and explained to us the logistics of the pregnancy. Problem was, this was the first Vulcan-Human pregnancy and there really were no logistics, only educated guesses. The only useful thing that she was able to tell us is that with luck, since this is a half human pregnancy, the Hyperemesis Gravidarium would diminish by the beginning of the second trimester. She explained some things about Vulcan pregnancy's, one point being that due to Vulcan's having superior physical strength than humans, once the child starts to become active in utero, ribs would most likely be broken. I stopped listening after the part about needing painful daily injections, hearing something about an overdose of copper in the child's blood leading to a slow and painful death for me made me thankful I was laying down in a hospital bed.
After a couple of days, I was released from the hospital and although I wasn't feeling a hundred percent back to normal, I suppose fifty percent with mild nausea was better than being bed bound and vomiting every five minutes. I was sent home with anti-nausea medicine and IV fluids and unfortunately, I was not allowed to attend work until the Hyperemesis was gone.
I was laying on the cold marble floor of our bathroom on the third day home, I didn't know what time it was, I only knew that laying on the floor was the only way to alleviate the nausea. Sarek cologne alerted me of his presence, I opened my eyes and turned my head to see him staring at me in the doorway with his best diplomatic robes on, which told me that A) it was the morning and B) that he had an important meeting today.
"I'll miss… you" were all I could manage before drifting back into sleep. I felt his hand on my shoulder and the sound of him sliding down to the floor beside me. I woke up to his speaking, I don't know who he was talking to, but all I heard was:
"Please alert Ambassador Savek, tell him that I am unable to attend the meeting due to my wife's current condition. Tell him that the meeting will have to once again be rescheduled until further notice".
Hearing everything but unable to respond, I simply groaned. I wanted him to go, I wanted him to leave me, he needed to go to work, to be away from all of this. I felt like a burden, nothing but a burden. He placed his hand on my shoulder and said simply
"Your thoughts are illogical, Amanda."
Throughout the morning, I would sometimes feel his hand move to my chest just to feel it rise and all. I woke up hours later to find the worse of the nausea gone. Upon being carried out to the sofa, the servants tried their best to make simple bland meals throughout the day, but upon one sniff of the ginger biscuit, I would vomit. He sat beside me on the sofa occasionally leaving to attend to pending work only to return upon another fit of vomiting.
It only seemed during the night that I would get enough relief from the nausea to finally eat and Sarek would watch with a mixture of disgust and relief as I scarfed down a beef and onion pie. We sit on the sofa, late at night, as I shove the pieces of beef and onion into my mouth.
"Oh my god" I said with a full mouth "Food"
While he looked disgusted at the sight of me consuming meat, it was overshadowed by the look of relief in his eyes. "I express my deepest solace that you are able to finally seek nourishment".
I swallowed before taking another mouthful "I con-fucking-cur"