Jennifer Chiaverini's new book, The Wedding Quilt is now in bookstores. I have one to giveaway. I was contacted by the publishers and they sent me her new book to giveaway on my blog! How exciting! Of course, I'm gonna read it before you do but I'll be passing it on to one of my lucky readers/followers. I love Jennifer's books and I'm so excited to be able to spread the word about her new book...This is her next installment in the Elm Creek Quilts series and I can't wait to read it....
Here's an excerpt from the book to wet your appetite!
Excerpt from THE WEDDING QUILT © 2011 by Jennifer Chiaverini. Published by Dutton, A Member of Penguin Group (USA) Inc. Excerpted with permission from the publisher. All Rights Reserved.
From Chapter One
After they left, Sarah felt fatigue settle over her like the snow blanketing the winding mountain road into the Elm Creek Valley. She didn’t want her book or her music or her quilting. She lay in bed with her eyes closed, relaxing while Gretchen or Sylvia rubbed her back or stroked her hair. She half listened and half dozed as her friends chatted quietly about the upcoming camp season, new classes, the long-arm quilting machine they had recently purchased and set up in the ballroom. From time to time the nurses came in to check her vital signs and the babies’ heart rates, and occasionally the doctor appeared to check her progress. Sarah dilated to seven centimeters, then eight. She had reached nine when her mother dashed into the room, unwinding her scarf and peeling off her gloves, her gray hair sparkling with melting snowflakes. “There’s my girl,” she exclaimed, hurrying to Sarah’s side. Her quick, appraising glance took in Sarah, her chart, and her companions. “I assume Matt’s out getting a sandwich or something?”
“Hmph.” Sylvia glanced up from feeding Sarah ice chips and shook her head. “He’s on his way, we hope.”
“He’s on his way,” said Gretchen firmly, rubbing Sarah’s back. “He’ll be here soon, and even if he doesn’t make it, we’ll be fine.”
Carol draped her coat over the back of an armchair and sat down. “He should have come home days ago.”
“That’s what I’ve been telling him all along,” said Sarah wearily. “If he misses everything, I won’t get any pleasure out of saying, ‘I told you so.’ ”
“He won’t miss everything,” said Sylvia, rubbing her shoulders and stroking her sweaty hair off the back of her neck.
Carol frowned. “He’d better not.”
The epidural had completely worn off by then, but Sarah couldn’t have another dose out of concern that it would risk slowing down the labor. An hour after her mother arrived, the doctorchecked her again, but her brow furrowed slightly when she explained that Sarah had not progressed beyond nine centimeters. “We’ll give you Pitocin to help move things along,” she said, but her reassuring smile had lost its power to comfort.
“Why am I not fully dilated yet?” Sarah fretted wearily.
“I thought you were holding back on purpose to give Matt more time to get here,” remarked Sylvia.
Sarah managed a smile, but it quickly faded as she continued inhaling and exhaling in rhythm. Matt had not called or texted since leaving Uniontown, not that she had expected him to. She wanted his hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road. He should have come home days ago. He never should have agreed to spend the winter away from Elm Creek Manor. “If Matt misses the birth of his children, after I begged him time and time again to come home,” Sarah gasped between contractions, “I’ll kill him.”
“If Matt misses this, you won’t need to,” her mother replied, massaging her feet. “You’re in no condition to kill anyone. I’ll do it.”
“Don’t look so shocked. It was your idea.”
“I was speaking metaphorically.”
“So was I.”
“You sounded serious.”
“So did you.”
“Well, you sounded like you’d enjoy it a little too much.”
Carol seemed about to reply, but her attention was suddenly drawn to one of the many monitors beeping and blinking around Sarah. “What is it?” asked Sarah. Her mother, a nurse, knew much more about what was going on than she did.
“I’ll be right back,” Carol said, and stepped out of the room.
Moments later, through a haze of fatigue and pain, Sarah was aware of her mother and a nurse holding a quick, hushed conference at the end of the bed. “We’re going to give you some oxygen, dear,” the plump nurse said, and quickly placed a mask over Sarah’s mouth and nose. She could barely hear anything over the steady hiss of rushing air.
Moments later the doctor appeared, examined her, and conferred with the nurse. “I’m afraid you still haven’t progressed beyond nine centimeters,” the doctor told her, barely audible, wearing the same rueful look with which she had announced the delay of Dr. Jamison’s flight. “And one of the twins is starting to experience heart decelerations. We’re going to keep an eye on it, but I want you to consider the possibility of a C-section.”
“What’s a heart deceleration?” Sarah gasped, her voice muffled by the mask. Sweaty bangs clung to her forehead and fell into her eyes, but she felt a sudden chill.
“It’s a transitory decrease in the baby’s heart rate. It may suggest that the baby isn’t receiving enough oxygen to withstand the rigors of labor.”
Sarah propped herself up on her elbows and searched the doctor’s face for clues. “Is…my baby going to be okay?”
“Just try to relax,” her mother said, placing her hands on her shoulders and easing her back against the pillows. “Breathe deeply.”
Sarah obeyed, suddenly terrified. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths, tears trickling down her cheeks. “I think a C-section right now would be a very good idea,” she said shakily, and felt her mother squeeze her hand in reply.
The hiss of the oxygen mask filled her ears, drowning out the words of the doctor and nurses, but she knew from their carefully studied expressions that the matter was serious. Through her pregnancy, she had skimmed the chapters on Caesarian sections with a foolish superstition that if she prepared for such a measure, she would need it. She knew women carrying twins often required Caesarian deliveries even after a smooth labor, but she had dreaded surgery and had prayed she would avoid it. Now all she wanted was to deliver the babies as swiftly and as safely as possible, never mind what happened to her. The thought of the small, steady heartbeat faltering was too much to bear.
Ok, isn't that great? Aren't you excited? I can't wait to get the book!
Here's the scoop! If you want to win the book, you have to be a follower and leave a comment on this post. I will not be drawing a winner until after the Thanksgiving holidays. Hmm, I'm going to close the drawing on November 30th. I will have the drawing on December 1st to celebrate the Christmas season coming in....So, if you like Jennifer(and who doesn't?!), sign up to be a follower if you already aren't one and leave me a comment. That's it, pretty simple huh? I love the holidays and will be having a few more giveaways soon so you don't want to miss out, do you? Sign up, leave me a comment and tell me how much you love Jennifer and want the book, and you are in the drawing....Good luck!