Chapter 4
It
had been six hours since I gave birth to Rocco, and so the doctors
had told me I could go home now as both me and my son were doing
well.
"So,
good luck Jess with him. Remember, if you need anything, you can
always give me a call, love." the midwife said kindly as I
packed my bag ready to go home with Rocco.
"Thank
you," I said, giving her a quick hug. "You've been a great
support to me the last few months when I was pregnant with Rocco and
especially with the birth...I'll send you some pics of him, yeah?"
The
midwife smiled as she left. Kate, her name was. She was an extremely
supportive woman and a good friend. I knew I had been very lucky to
have a midwife like her.
"So,"
said a voice suddenly, startling me nearly half to death. "
Where's the little sprog?"
I
turned around and grinned as I saw my best friend, Victoria smiling
at me. I hugged her tightly as I hadn't seen her for days.
"Victoria!"
I exclaimed happily, tears rolling down my cheeks "It's good to
see you!"
She
nodded" Yeah, it's good to see you too, but why are you crying?
Something wrong with the sprog?"
I
shook my head, half laughing and half crying, " No, it's the
hormones. Since giving birth, i've been all over the place. And my
baby's not a sprog! His name is Rocco. Rocco Adam Millar."
Victoria
smiled as she looked at my baby sleeping in the cot, in his gorgeous
blue babygro.
"That's
nice, Danny would have loved it." she said quietly.
"Yeah.
Shame he's not here, eh?" I said, rather
bitterly.
"Jess-"
"Would
you like to see Rocco?" I pointed at the cot for Victoria to
see. She went over to the cot, her long brown hair swinging over her
shoulders as she did so and sat down next to the cot.
Victoria
just stared at Rocco for a long long time before she eventually
reached into the cot and gently stroked his cheek.
"He's
so beautiful, Jess." said Victoria, sounding choked. " He
looks just like Danny."
"I
know. Come on, let's go home, I need a bath!"
Victoria
laughed as she picked up my bag
"Yeah,
you smell like you need one!" she cheekily said as she started
down the hall, my bag slung over her slender arm.
I
gently picked up Rocco and strapped him into the babycarrycot seat,
smiling as his hat fell over his eyes. I took a quick picture of him
with my camera.
"Hurry
up, will ya? The baby can wait until it gets home!" shouted
Victoria from the other end of the hospital. "I haven't paid for
my car parking, I don't want a blooming fine, do I?"
And
as I walked down the corridor, leaving the hospital with my baby
Rocco, I knew things would be better.
