Created: 07.03.2011 - Updated: 07.03.2011

Welcome to part 5 of "The Brandy Broke Story."

{Warning: sensitive issues, please read with caution. }




When Tasia brought Brandy home from her "accompanied' doctor's
appointment, Brandy was physically exhausted and very mixed up
about how she should feel. Should she be happy for the healthy, living twin
that she carried inside of her? Or should be sad and freaked out about the
dead twin that lies next to her living baby, still in her womb? What affect would
this condition have on the living twin in the long run? Was her live baby scared of the dead one? Brandy was haunted by her own thoughts and imagination.
These were understandably some very scary thoughts for poor Brandy or any other woman who has ever been in this same situation.



Brandy sat down on the couch,stretched her tired lower back and
chatted with Tasia about nothing in particular as she tried to calm her frazzled nerves.
Given that she was pregnant and now a high risk pregnancy, no doctor
would give Brandy anything to calm her nerves, except maybe some lavender
bath salts for a nice warm (not hot) bath. Brandy would have to deal
with this situation for many weeks. She took a deep breath and sighed. She
thought, 'there was no getting around this'.

"I will just have to get through it, that is the only way out,"
she told Tasia, she laid her exhausted, pregnant body down on the couch.
"You and baby are going to be just fine," said Tasia, she tried to
tip - toe around her words. This was totally not her style.

But Tasia had no idea how to deal with this; up until now she had
never even heard of this type of condition, nor had she ever imagined
such a horrible thing existed.
"Tasia, you don't have to worry about what you say to me, I
know that whatever you say you are not trying to be mean or insensitive.
Unless I burst into tears, you are cool. And even if I do burst into tears,
just cry with me so I will not be alone."
"No problem, Brandy Girl. I'm here for ya," Tasia said, comforting her exhausted friend.
She gave Brandy a soft smile.
"I will break out the waterproof mascara," said Tasia. "So we both have proper coverage
for long, gorgeous lashes while crying."
The two woman giggled at the joke.



Tasia was about to suggest to Brandy that she should go to bed and get
some rest, but Brandy had already laid her head down and was fast asleep.
Tasia decided to let her sleep for a little while. She would go and take a
shower and then wake her to get off the couch and get into her own bed.



But Brandy was not resting very well. As she slept on the couch, she
started to have some very disturbing nightmares.
She was angry with herself for not being able to keep both babies alive,
and it was coming through in her dreams.



Her terrible nightmare began like this.








She dreamed that she cooked her newborn baby on the BBQ grill.



And since she was having company over for dinner, she decided
to cook up Beau also.




"This is delicious," said a voice at the table that she did not know.
"You really know how to cook those baby-back ribs. What is your
secret Brandy?"
"What secret?" Brandy asked, confused in her nightmare.
"We're having pancakes."
"Oh don't be so modest, this is the best barbecued baby we have ever had."

"Maa maa! night - night!"



And then she seen Skip again in her dreams. He was there reading the newspaper. "You asshole!," she tried to scream at him, but it only came out in a whisper and he could not hear her.




Brandy tried with all of her might to see what Skip was pointing at with
his thumb in the newspaper. Just when she was beginning to get a good
look, she noticed that the language had changed to Chinese. Brandy did
not read or speak Chinese.



As nightmares are, she jumped around a lot in her dream.
Next she dreamed she was talking to that irritated tax man on the phone,
and she told him that he could not get her money because she had already spent it all!
Haaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaa!," she laughed at him.
"And you will never find me!" she snarled at the tax man in her dream and then
hung up on him. (*click*) She actually liked that part of the nightmare.



"Brandy you are pregnant with twins," Dr.Brooks told her again in her dream.
"But there has been a complication. One of your babies has turned into a puppy."



"It's a cute puppy, but it has two heads. I can hear them barking now."
Arffff! arfff! arrrffffffff! arrrrrfffffffffffff!






"Haaaa got you! No, they are still balloons." Dr.Brooks teased her
mercilessly in her nightmare.



Brandy tossed and turned on the couch as the nightmares ran rampant
in her head.



"Splash!," she kept hearing people jumping into a pool, as
her terrible dream dragged her deeper in to its depths of madness.



"How is my nice, dead, baby brother today?" "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh,"
Brandy moaned in her sleep.





Eeeeeeeeeeeent ennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnt!



Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa whaaaaaaaaaa!
the baby cried, in a echoing kind of way in her dream.



"No news is good news - take back your stupid letters, IRS," Brandy
said and talked in her sleep. Still dreaming her nightmare, she
crammed the letters back into the mail box.
"Return to sender!," she spat.




"Don't worry Mom, I will take care of the baby. I will give it a good home in the graveyard."

"Mom? Mom! Mom! Wake up!", Dustin started shaking her in her dream.






"Mom! Come on, wake up! You're having a bad dream, and you are freaking me out!"





"I just had the most horrible nightmare!", she sobbed, and she leaned her pregnant
body up to a sitting position.
She was so thankful that Dustin woke her up.
"I dreamed I cooked my babies on the BBQ Grill, served them to the
neighbors and they were delicious," she cried in a sad, horrified
small voice.
"It was just a dream Mom," Dustin comforted her.




"But that is really weird. You should probably go to bed and get off of
the couch," he told her, with a worried look on his face. "Tasia is in the
bathroom taking a shower."



Brandy went into her bedroom to lie down on her bed and stop freaking out from her bad dream.



"Hi Mom," said Dustin, he came into the room and sat down on the bed with his mother.



"Mom , Beau's third birthday party is coming up the end of this weekend, are you sure you are up to it?
"Yes, the invitations are all sent out and we have confirmation on most of the guests," Brandy said.
"Dustin, I have to tell you about the doctor's appointment."



Brandy went on to tell Dustin all about the doctor's appointment, the twins and complications that it involved.Dustin
tried not to show how shocked he was, but he understood, and it sure
made sense why his mother had just had such a terrible nightmare. "Mom, I am sorry, but I am here for you. I will help you with whatever I can.", Dustin comforted his mother. "Thank you sweetheart. I have five weeks to get through. Sorry If I am a bit off."
Brandy yawned a tired yawn, since she really had not slept very well on the couch. Dustin gave his mom a warm hug and a kiss good night.
"We
will talk about the party plans tomorrow, honey. Please make sure Tasia
has clean blankets and a nice pillow," Brandy asked him sleepily.
"Ok, Mom, I will. Goodnight."



Brandy changed into her favorite silk pajamas, slid into bed exhausted.
and was soon fast asleep with no nightmares to haunt her sleep.




The week passed by quickly and uneventful. Soon it was late Saturday
afternoon. Beau's third birthday was today, and everybody they knew was
invited to the party. Dustin got his little brother up from his nap.
"Happy Birthday, Beau! How is my little brother? Are you ready for your big party?"
"Beau is three," he said in his cute little boy voice.



Dustin gave Beau something to eat and then put him down to play with his
new mirror, an early birthday present from his one and only big brother.



Beau loved it; it kept him busy while everybody was getting everything ready for the party to start at 5:30pm.



"Mommy!", Beau said excitedly, when Brandy came to get him.
"Hi big boy, are you ready to get dressed for your birthday party?"
"Yes, Mommy, I want cake!" said Beau.




"Well, come on then silly - gilly, lets get you dressed up!"
"It's my birthday," Beau informed his mother and she took him to get him dressed.




"Your such a big boy now," Brandy went on saying as she loved on her son and went to get him dressed.




"I love you sweetheart. I wish your daddy was here to celebrate this
with us."Brandy said with regret in her voice, that her third year old did not
miss.
"Daddy went bye - bye with the Angels," said Beaua while he looked his mother right in the eyes.
"Who told you that?" asked Brandy; she had never said anything like that to Beau.
"Aunty Tasia, she said Daddy went with the Angels in Heaven. Heaven is pretty, Mommy."
"Yes, baby , I suppose it is. She gave Beau a big hug and got him dressed.



None to soon either; the guests were already starting to trickle in.