Quinn had developed such bad sleeping habits in the past few months, ever since she discovered she was pregnant. She fell asleep really early, and slept till about 2 o'clock, when she would wake up and it would be impossible to fall asleep again. Then, she would doze in her morning classes. It was not a good sleeping pattern for a teenager, and Quinn's grades were suffering as a result of it.
The night started as all the others did. She went to bed really early, and around midnight, she woke up. At first, she had no idea what caused her to wake so abruptly. She thought it was 2 at night, but when she glanced over at the clock, she was shocked. What caused her to wake up so early?
Quinn massaged her stomach, which felt unusually bloated. Like, even more bloated than it normally was in her current pregnant state. She figured that extra slice of pizza at lunch today hadn't been such a hot idea after all, and left it at that. She turned on her side, and shut her eyes, trying to fall back asleep, but she found it next to impossible.
Fifteen minutes later, Quinn felt a sharp pain in her back and lower abdomen, as if someone had just roughly poked her. It's nothing, she told herself. It's just the baby kicking, nothing more. However, Quinn couldn't seem to erase the voice in the back of her mind, telling her that it was time.
However, half an hour later, Quinn had to admit the truth. She was in labor. She felt scared out of her mind.
What should I do? She thought. Should I wake up Will? However, she quickly vetoed that idea. There was nothing they could do at this stage, they wouldn't be able to be admitted to the hospital yet, and she thought it only fair to let Will get as much sleep as he could. This would be a long night for both of them.
She got up out of her bed, rubbing her aching stomach. She grabbed an extra set of clothes, and headed into the bathroom. She filled the tub up with hot water, adding some bath oil, and then climbed in, sinking slowly into the wonderful water. It helped to take some of the pain out of her sore body.
Quinn felt more scared than she had ever felt in her life as she gripped the sides of the porcelain bathtub. She knew that this was coming, rushing like a speeding train down a track towards a body, and she could do nothing to stop it. This baby was coming out in the end, no matter what it did to its mother first.
Just then, she felt a rush of some substance going down her leg as another contraction hit. She knew what it was, Quinn could tell by the off white, shimmery fluid. Her amniotic bag had broken. She knew it wasn't water, since it had come from her vagina, not from the tub, and it was cold.
Quinn slowly lifted herself out of the bath tub. She wrapped a towel around her body, and a towel around her hair. She quickly dried herself off, and then slipped into the pink sweatshirt and gray sweatpants she had picked out to wear.
She quietly tip toed into Will's room. He was sleeping, his deep snoring slightly calming Quinn down, but not for long. "Hey, Will?" she said. She tried to take another step towards his bed, but then another contraction hit her, and she went flying across the room.
"Jesus, Quinn!" Will shouted, quickly jumping out of his bed. He rushed over to her. "How far apart?"
"About 9 minutes," Quinn croaked.
"Here." Will pulled her up, and led her into the living room. He helped her sit on the couch. "Just let me get dressed real quick, okay?"
"It feels… like the baby is right between my legs," Quinn moaned. Will looked worried, half afraid that Quinn would be forced to give birth on his couch. He turned and hurried back into his room. He quickly got dressed, grabbed Quinn's hospital bag from her bedroom, and then the two hurried out into the cold January air. The wind whipped their faces and hands, and the snow fell down from the sky, settling in their hair.
Will was able to reach the hospital pretty quickly, since Lima at 2 AM was not exactly a busy place. However, Will had to resist the urge to break all sorts of traffic laws.
Quinn and Will got out of the car and quickly hurried into the hospital. He filled out all Quinn's paperwork, never leaving her side. He tightly gripped her hand as he did it, and then Quinn was led into a hospital room. A team of female nurses helped her change into a hospital gown, and then Will was let into the room.
"Will?" Quinn mumbled.
"Yes, Quinn?" Will replied.
"Will you… stay… with me?" Quinn asked. "I mean, when I deliver my daughter? I mean, I understand if you don't want to, but…"
"Yes, Quinn. I'd love to."
"Alright." Quinn smiled weakly in relief. Just then, a doctor came into the room, and Will looked out the window the whole time while Quinn was checked 'down there'.
"Alright," the doctor said quietly to Will. "Can you please distract her from the pain? It won't be time to push for a while. If she pushes too soon, she risks tearing, which is very painful. You can play games with her, talk, walk around…"
"Sure thing," Will said. And he did just that. Him and Quinn talked about everything under the sun as they walked around the hospital room again and again, every few minutes having to stop while Quinn had another contraction. Then, they played Hangman, and then moved onto playing board games such as Monopoly and Life, which turned out to be a problem. See, they rested the game on Quinn's expanding stomach, but whenever she contracted, her belly would jerk, sending the game flying. By the time Will had put everything back again and they had just started to resune playing, she would have another contraction.
Finally, however, it was 7 in the morning. "Can I go call Emma and Rachel now?" Will asked.
Quinn smiled. "Sure," she finally relented. He had been bugging her for the past few hours, but she had refused. Why waste their sleep to make them come to the hospital? They'd have to wait in the waiting room for several hours.
Will stepped out of the room to make his calls, and was back just as she starting to contract again. The doctor then came into the room, announcing that Quinn was moving into delivery now. She sighed in relief. She was one step closer to meeting her little girl.
Will had to step out real quick, and when he came back in, he was wearing blue scrubs. "Nice scrubs," Quinn teased.
Quinn's legs ended up near her head and she pushed with everything she had in her, and the nurses told her to push with her pelvis, not with her stomach, and she soon was drained of energy, but she felt good, knowing Will was holding her hand, knowing that he was her good luck charm, and he alone would protect her from anything bad that could happen. The delivery part took several hours, but at 7:30 PM on January 28th, a new little girl was born into the world. Suddenly, Quinn's screams weren't the only sound echoing around the room. Quinn's daughter was crying too, although the sounds were much smaller than the sounds of her mother was. Will cried as he was able to cut the cord, and then she was quickly washed off and wrapped in a pink blanket, and placed into Quinn's loving arms.
Quinn held her daughter for awhile before she had to take a shower, and then she drifted off to dream land.
Quinn awoke to sunlight streaming into her room. Where am I? she thought, looking around. She certainly wasn't in her bedroom back at Will's apartment, but then she noticed it kind of looked like a hospital room and felt how sore her whole body was, and it all came rushing back to her.
She looked around. Will, Finn, Emma, and Rachel were all in her hospital room. "Hey, guys," she said sleepily.
"Hey," they said.
Just then, Quinn saw a birth certificate on her night stand, and she quickly snatched it up. She looked down. She had a plan. She took a pen, writing Kate Ray Willow Fabray Schuester. She passed the birth certificate around. Emma and Rachel both knew about Quinn asking Will to sign the certificate as Kate's father (she had decided Kate because it was an old family name of hers,) but they didn't know about the middle names being Ray and Willow.
"How come Ray and Willow?" Rachel asked.
"Because," Quinn said. "Ray's kind of like Rachel, and Willow's kind of like Will."
"What's this?" Will asked, as he looked at the certificate. "Her last name will be Schuester?"
"Please sign, Will," Quinn said. "She needs a father, she needs you to be her father."
"Alright." Will smiled as he signed it.
Now they were a family. The Schuester family.
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