My name is Sophie, it's short for Sophia, but that nickname kinda stuck. I'm in college and planning a wedding. It has to be the worst combination since the time I accidentally mixed my allergy meds for pain meds once and fell asleep on my way to class. I woke up hours later still at the bus stop. It's a really funny story, but that's not the one I want to tell. I am the heart of my family because I keep us grounded and I always pick up the piece of anything broken. My wedding is also going to be our annual family reunion in which I am flying everyone out, at my own expense. I love them, so I'd do anything for us to all be happy together.
As of late, I'm not sure if it's the stress, but my body has been really weak. I also keep getting nosebleeds and have been spacing out lately. My mom is a hematologist, so I'm really worried about it being something worse than I expect. But anyway, I ignored it all and go for my dress fitting and cake tasting. They both ended by being complete disasters because all of the cakes were horrible and my dress was too tight. First of all, I swear I got measured a million times so an error like this really pissed me off and second, I love cake so I don't know what the hell was going on. Next, I went to meet my mom to do the "something new or blues...", or some crap like that. I already knew I wanted part of the wedding theme to be blue, so I crossed that off, I borrowed my sister's huge mansion as the "borrowed," as for the something "new," that's when I gave up.
Okay, so, I thought long and hard about "something new" and kept drawing blanks. I told my family and friends who were involved in the wedding to surprise me on my wedding day with it, simply to get it off my list of stressful things to do. I got my dress fixed and found a cake just in time. Now, all I had to do was make it to my wedding in one piece.
The day finally came and everything was perfect. My wedding, as well as our reunion, pulled through and I couldn't happier. Everyone was pleased and enjoyed the ceremony; I made it to and through my wedding in one piece. Finally, it was the reception and it was the time to dance with my father, who had dreamed of this moment since the day he found out I was a girl. I was also excited when suddenly, I felt my symptoms come back, but this time, they were in full force. As a matter of fact, they were worse! I felt the air grow thin and scentless. I also stopped hearing my surroundings and watched my view of things become cloudy and spin in circles. Before I knew it, everything went black. I had passed out from exhaustion. They said as I was being rushed to the hospital in my wedding dress, in an ambulance.
I bobbed in and out of consciousness for a while until I finally woke up and couldn't help but scream. My wedding dress had to be cut open in other to be examined once I reached the emergency room. I was more torn up than the dress about that. I spent hours designing it and thousands of dollars to create it. I also dished out a lot of hard-earned cash to get it refit three times from all the stress-eating I'd been doing. I was mortified and heartbroken all in the same.
My surprises didn't end there. I also found out that my family and friends made my "something new" a brand new house that they'd put their money together to buy and furnished as a thank you for all the things I've done for them. I passed out again from the happiness and woke up later on that day. I was glad to open my eyes and see my brand new husband talking to the doctors. Weakly, I called for him and the doctor began to question me on how I was felling. He gave me a few moments to collect myself and began to give me the results of my blood work. The news was beyond my wildest expectations and I didn't know what to do but cry.
On my wedding day, I passed out. My perfect day was shattered once I hit the floor, but the news I got made everything... different. I found out I was having twin boys that day. I was five and a half months pregnant and didn't even know. It all made sense though: the weight, the passing out, the change in taste, loss of focus, and even the nosebleeds. However, I missed the biggest sign of them all, my period. I'd been so wrapped up in my wedding I thought that maybe the stress kept it away and ignored the sign for months.
So, I finally found out my "something blue and new" all wrapped up in one. It came with a brand new husband, house, and kids to make my dreams come true. I walked for my graduation eight months pregnant, but I was finally a doctor and no one could remove my blessings. Not all stories have a horrible twist. Mine was a happy moment that I'll always remember.
