So. There you go.

Technically there were three criteria.

Did it meet the critera?

But, of course, there was the unspoken 4th rule of 'worst Christmas ever'.

TOC

Awww... Your Queen of the Happy Endings title remains intact.

I especially liked the line,It says so much about how fervently Clark wished to believe everything was OK, and yet how much doubt still remained in him.

I would say that while you may have met the letter of the rules for the challenge, your story did *not* satisfy the spirit of it -- which is fine by me!

Joy,
Lynn

Whew!

So glad everything turned out for the best! When I was reading this my heart jumped more than a few times.

Thanks for a great story Katherine!

Ahhh...happy ending! My friend had a similar condition - ended up on bedrest for three months with drugs to prevent her contractions. Drove her insane to sit there doing nothing for so long, but a healthy baby as the end result was enough to keep her firmly on that bed. Thanks for the story, and Merry Christmas!

Wonderful!

So glad that Lois and her daughter are going to be ok. I especially loved the ending:


What a creative way for Clark to find out the sex of their child--and for us to find out, too. And what a wonderful Christmas they will have all together now...safe, back home, with their boys, and their bundle of joy on the way.

Happy everyone is safe

Really enjoyed this one, KK...thanks!
Laura

Yay! Thanks. Although, I don't think there's been a vote to confirm that title, though. Maybe other people have other ideas? *shrugs*

It's always the way. You want to believe, yet you don't, but you have 'faith', yet you doubt ... all at the same time. LOL

Aww, shucks. I didn't satify the challenge. *mopes*

LOL. At least the correct one was in there...

Thanks. You know, they may still class this as the worst Christmas ever, just because of the worry, and the tension, and the fact that Lois then had a dangerous pregnancy for the next two months!

Glad to know I was getting a real reaction, and it wasn't just plain words on the screen.

And thanks for your comments.

I got the idea from something I remembered being told to me years ago by our Pastor's wife. Their first girl was just like this. She had to be on strict four hourly pills, and if she missed by even a minute then the contractions started again. She had to check herself into hospital on the assigned date, and the moment she was due for her next pill, but didn't take it, she went into full labour.

Merry Christmas to you too.

Me too. Phew! *wipes brow*

Thanks. I knew I wanted him to find this out all along, but I needed a legitimate reason for him to x-ray Lois. She would have been upset if he'd just 'looked' for no reason, and found out before her.

Thank you very much.

Yay! No characters were harmed in the making of this fic. And they deserve a change after four boys in a row!

Very nice!

What a lovely story, Victoria!

Having been through a couple of anxious moments in the labour ward, I thought you captured the feelings of fear and helplessness really well.

I love how you managed to give us a happy ending without jumping forward in time or leaving us hanging and just hoping things would work out.

X-ray vision sure comes in handy occasionally!

I hope you and your family had a wonderful Christmas. God bless.

Corrina.

I just realized that with my frantic holiday schedule, I never commented on Part 3 of your story. Forgive me. I did read it, when you posted it (or within 24 hours) and until this very moment, really thought I had commented. Can I blame my family for stealing my brain cells? Please, can I?

Yea for Clark for reassuring Lois that she and the baby were okay. He really is the greatest! I was expecting bed rest, but taking a pill every four hours for three months? Yikes! That sounds scary and horrible. It's bad enough when they wake you every 4 hours to take your temperature and blood pressure while you're in the hospital, but for 3 months? Good thing Lois has a type A husband who will stop saving a burning building to call her to remind her to take a pill at 3am. Of course, it will have Lois ready to be up every four hours for when the baby arrives.

Thank you for not WHAMming us too hard and giving us a semi-happy ending to your story. I'm glad that Lois got her Christmas wish. It will only make sure appreciate her daughter all the more. What a lucky girl to have 4 older brothers. Let's hope they're like Clark.

Yup, no characters were harmed ... well, physically, um, emotionally, um ... there was some harming, but it was temporary.

They definitely deserve a change after boys!

Thanks

Really? That's good. I had some strugles in both my labours, but they were actually pretty 'normal' struggles, so I wondered how well I'd do at getting this.

I didn't want the fic to drag on too long, or have an unexpected jump in time, but I still wanted to round off the whole story.

*nods* Hands up who would like x-ray vision!

Thank you. And you too. Good to see you on the boards, you are missed. *hugs*

WHAT!

Oh, okay, I forgive you.

Blame whoever you want.

Of course he is, that's why we are all in love with him (speaking for the female population here on the boards)

I guess it's something you get used to after a while. I also know of two women who had to inject Hepparin into their stomach once a day during their pregnancies to prevent blood clots (one being my sister-in-law). My eldest daughter has inherited this condition from her father so she will have the same when she gets pregnant. We haven't had the youngest daughter tested yet.

Thank goodness for Clark, eh?

I purposefully didn't put a WHAM warning, because ... nothing bad actually happens.

Oh, they are. Definitley. I even have 4 next-gen love stories sketched out for these four boys. Chances they will be written ... 1%.

I've been in lurk mode for the past couple of weeks, so while I was reading this story as it was posted I was never signed in to leave comments.

I enjoyed this little story and I'm glad everything turned out okay in the end.