Adventures in Parenting

Introducing Baby

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XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX"Alright, Trish. Big push!" the doctor urged. Grabbing Randy's hand, she braced herself and pushed with all her strength. She had been in labor for thirty-two hours and she was miserable. "I see the head. We have a full head of hair!"

"Baby, you're doing fine!"Randy Orton murmured, rubbing her back. He had been through this before with his ex-wife. He didn't remember it taking this long with her though. "I love you,"

"Big push, one more," the doctor said. Screaming, she gave a final push. The pain filled her. "It's a..." The doctor gently pried the baby's legs apart. "GIRL!" The baby let out a loud wail.

"We have a daughter!" Trish exclaimed, watching the baby be placed on her chest. "Hello, Princess," She gently caressed the baby's cheek. "Isn't she beautiful?"

"Yes, she is. What should we name her?" he asked, amazed by his new daughter. Trish sighed. There was only one girl's name she had loved.

"What about Avery Lola?" she suggested. Randy looked from his wife to his newborn daughter and back. Avery Lola had a definite ring to it.

"Hello, Avery Lola Orton," he murmured.

"Does Daddy want to cut the umbilical cord?" the doctor asked. Randy nodded slowly. The nurse handed him a pair of curved scissors. Gently, Randy cut the umbilical cord, where he was instructed to. Then, the baby was taken over to the scale.

"Five minute apgar is a ten. One minute apgar was a ten. She's a perfect ten!" the doctor exclaimed. Randy wandered over to the scales. He couldn't believe he was a father again. She was a beautiful baby.

Seven years prior, his e-girlfriend had given birth to a baby girl. Lynsey Rain was his pride and joy, but he couldn't stand his ex, Stacy. She had been unable to cope with Lynsey and had left for three months. By the time she came back, 'ready for motherhood', he had met Trish, who had helped him with his young daughter. Unable to allow another woman to care for her child full time, Stacy had taken the child back and had developed an instant dislike of Trish. She had also demanded a divorce. Lynsey had been eighteen months old. Now, the young girl lived with him and Trish every other month.

"Trish, are you up to visitors?" Randy asked. The baby had been cleaned up. Trish had been cleaned up. Now, he wanted to waste no time in introducing Lynsey to the new baby.

"Fine," she grumbled. A nurse walked in, checking Trish's chart. The woman looked at her and smiled.

"It says here that you want to breastfeed after birth as soon as possible. Want to try?" she asked. Trish nodded. The nurse picked up the baby. "Lower one side of your gown," Trish silently lowered one side of her hospital gown. "Good. Hold the baby to your breast." Trish took Avery in her arms, and held the child to her breast. "Tickle her gums with your nipple," Feeling rather strange, Trish did as she was told. "Good, is she sucking?" Trish nodded. This wasn't so hard. "You're one of the lucky ones. A lot of women have trouble the first time they try and breastfeed," Randy hung up and turned to Trish.

"Lynsey will be here in half an hour," he said. She rolled her eyes. Randy had no clue how much Lynsey hated her. The little girl acted sweet and kind when Randy was around. The second he left, she turned into a holy terror. She accused Trish of getting in the way of her parents getting back together. She refused to listen. One incident stuck out in Trish's mind.

Trish had been six months pregnant. Lynsey had refused to wear shoes outside. Trish had picked up the screaming child, and forcibly put shoes on her. Then, the child had kicked her in the stomach, knowing her stepmother was pregnant.

It wasn't that Trish was a bad stepmother. In fact, she treated the child as her own. Lynsey just hated her.

She didn't need this stress, while she was trying to recover from a difficult labor and birth. Hopefully, Lynsey would warm up to Avery better than she had warmed up to Trish.

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Just another weird idea from the mind of JenLea. It came as I was reading a step-parenting message board. It will get better. Just to put on the record, I realize not every stepchild hates their stepparent. It just seemed like the posts I read on the message board dealt with children who hated their stepparents.

Hope you enjoyed it!

JenLea