Ketchup Popsicle - 5
...And on we go - hope you like it!
"Hello Ms. Beech," said the doctor, entering the room, sweeping up her chart and looking it over. "I'm Dr. Lam. How are you feeling?"
Sandra wasn't falling for that one again. "I'm...I feel fine. What's going on?"
The Doctor chuckled amiably, "What's going on is that we're going to induce you now and get this show on the road." His tone of voice was very comforting. He looked to be Chinese and in his forties. Sandra noticed that he smelled slightly of cigarette smoke. A Doctor that smoked cigarettes. That just didn't seem right to her.
Mike was back at her side, talking to the Doctor, "So how long is this going to take?" Sandra was sure he didn't mean it the way it sounded. At least that's what she told herself.
The Doctor replied, "Well, it's not an exact science. Anywhere between four to eight hours." He seemed as surprised by the question as Sandra was.
Mike looked at his watch. "It's already eight o'clock." Then looking at Sandra, "Are you up for an all-nighter?"
She grinned, "It's been awhile, but I guess so."
"Great," Dr. Lam said clapping his hands together once. "The nurse will be right in to get you started."
Exactly seven hours and roughly 28 blood pressure monitoring attacks later, it was baby time. The room filled up with a couple of nurses and Dr. Lam stolled in behind them.
"Where's Mike?" Sandra asked one of the nurses.
"He's on his way love," said the short black nurse, "he was sleeping in the lounge." She took Sandra's hand and handed it to Mike as he entered the room. "Now this is how it's going to go," she said to him. "You hold her hand, you make her happy, and you hold her left leg below the knee." With that she shoved Sandra's legs apart, pulled her left knee up and placed Mike's hand under it for support.
Mike and Sandra looked at each other, both slightly horrified. It had been months since they had come into physical contact and now he was holding her legs ajar getting ready for her to give birth. His hand was warm and slightly moist under her knee. It was too intimate for them to handle and they both began to blush.
The nurse noticed the exchange and shook her head slightly. She then went about her business at the more important end of the bed with the Doctor where the baby was getting ready for launch. Sandra hoped the baby wouldn't notice that the Doctor smelled of cigarette smoke and then would somehow be destined to become a smoker when he grew up.
Sandra was exhausted half way through the labor and found herself asking the Doctor if he couldn't just pull the baby out himself. The pushing was like nothing she had ever experienced before. She felt like she might turn inside out if she pushed any harder. And with some more sweat and tears and cursing, their baby came into being with that exhilarating newborn cry of life. Sandra was yet to see her little boy when the nurse handed a pair of scissors to Mike who was slightly pale and sweating as well.
"Cut the cord." She ordered. Mike leaned over out of site and then a moment later stood triumphant by her side. He had not leg go of her hand, or her leg, throughout the entire ordeal. With a magnificently enormous smile on his face, he announced to Sandra, as the nurses carried her baby past her and onto a small table in the corner, "That's a good looking kid."
Finally, the nurse appeared and place the baby in Sandra's arms and life seemed to make sense for the first time in ages. He was the definition of perfection. Her heart swelled and so did her eyes. She wiped away her tears, this time of joy, not wanting them to blur the vision that was before her. She looked up at Mike who to her surprise also had a tear streaming down his face.
"Good job, Mommy." He said and leaned over and kissed her head, just like she had seen all the Daddies do on 'A Baby Story'. Today, although nothing close to the fairy tale she imagined growing up, it was their baby story.
Sandra wasn't falling for that one again. "I'm...I feel fine. What's going on?"
The Doctor chuckled amiably, "What's going on is that we're going to induce you now and get this show on the road." His tone of voice was very comforting. He looked to be Chinese and in his forties. Sandra noticed that he smelled slightly of cigarette smoke. A Doctor that smoked cigarettes. That just didn't seem right to her.
Mike was back at her side, talking to the Doctor, "So how long is this going to take?" Sandra was sure he didn't mean it the way it sounded. At least that's what she told herself.
The Doctor replied, "Well, it's not an exact science. Anywhere between four to eight hours." He seemed as surprised by the question as Sandra was.
Mike looked at his watch. "It's already eight o'clock." Then looking at Sandra, "Are you up for an all-nighter?"
She grinned, "It's been awhile, but I guess so."
"Great," Dr. Lam said clapping his hands together once. "The nurse will be right in to get you started."
Exactly seven hours and roughly 28 blood pressure monitoring attacks later, it was baby time. The room filled up with a couple of nurses and Dr. Lam stolled in behind them.
"Where's Mike?" Sandra asked one of the nurses.
"He's on his way love," said the short black nurse, "he was sleeping in the lounge." She took Sandra's hand and handed it to Mike as he entered the room. "Now this is how it's going to go," she said to him. "You hold her hand, you make her happy, and you hold her left leg below the knee." With that she shoved Sandra's legs apart, pulled her left knee up and placed Mike's hand under it for support.
Mike and Sandra looked at each other, both slightly horrified. It had been months since they had come into physical contact and now he was holding her legs ajar getting ready for her to give birth. His hand was warm and slightly moist under her knee. It was too intimate for them to handle and they both began to blush.
The nurse noticed the exchange and shook her head slightly. She then went about her business at the more important end of the bed with the Doctor where the baby was getting ready for launch. Sandra hoped the baby wouldn't notice that the Doctor smelled of cigarette smoke and then would somehow be destined to become a smoker when he grew up.
Sandra was exhausted half way through the labor and found herself asking the Doctor if he couldn't just pull the baby out himself. The pushing was like nothing she had ever experienced before. She felt like she might turn inside out if she pushed any harder. And with some more sweat and tears and cursing, their baby came into being with that exhilarating newborn cry of life. Sandra was yet to see her little boy when the nurse handed a pair of scissors to Mike who was slightly pale and sweating as well.
"Cut the cord." She ordered. Mike leaned over out of site and then a moment later stood triumphant by her side. He had not leg go of her hand, or her leg, throughout the entire ordeal. With a magnificently enormous smile on his face, he announced to Sandra, as the nurses carried her baby past her and onto a small table in the corner, "That's a good looking kid."
Finally, the nurse appeared and place the baby in Sandra's arms and life seemed to make sense for the first time in ages. He was the definition of perfection. Her heart swelled and so did her eyes. She wiped away her tears, this time of joy, not wanting them to blur the vision that was before her. She looked up at Mike who to her surprise also had a tear streaming down his face.
"Good job, Mommy." He said and leaned over and kissed her head, just like she had seen all the Daddies do on 'A Baby Story'. Today, although nothing close to the fairy tale she imagined growing up, it was their baby story.
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