MERRY CHRISTMAS! (again!) - Okay, I'm sorry I didn't to update again but there was an error message and I couldn't login but I promise (if I don't have the same problem again) I'll update twice today. By the way, the bits in italics are what's happened before the current time.
Saturday 28th June, 2am
Sam and Tom had been lying on the bed for hours and Sam dealt with each contraction as it came. Neither had tried sleeping, because Tom didn't want to miss a thing, and Sam knew for certain that she wouldn't be able to sleep. Sam had been saying some odd things because when she had a contraction, Tom gave her gas and air- that was because she was now in active labour, and she was fully dilated.
"Why don't you try rocking back and forth on the gym ball?" Tom suggested.
"It was rocking on your balls that put me here in the first place." Sam stated and Tom couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Actually, thinking about it, when was she conceived? Because I can't remember a time that we didn't use a condom." Sam stated.
"You were on the pill you numpty. We never used a condom. You must've forgotten to take a pill one day." Tom stated.
"But I thought only men could go on the pill." Sam said dreamily.
"Right that's it, on the next contraction, you're not having any gas and air." Tom laughed. Sam pouted her lips, crossed her arms across her chest and sulked. "Oh don't behave like a two year old." Tom groaned. "Fine, you can have the gas and air." Tom huffed and Sam smiled smugly.
"Ooowww." Sam cried as she curled up as small as she could. Tom put his hand on Sam's bump to check that it was firm and hard, and it was so she was having a contraction.
"C'mon, ten minutes ago you needed to push but now you're not pushing at all." Tom stated as he repositioned himself so that Sam propped her legs open and Tom sat in between her legs on his knees.
"Im too tired." Sam moaned.
"If you get her out within the next ten contractions, I'll let you order a Chinese tonight. And you can have as many dishes as you want." Tom tried to tempt her with food and by the look on Sam's face, she was considering it.
"Does the ten contractions include this one?" Sam asked sheepishly.
"No. I'll start counting on the next contraction." Tom stated and Sam pulled a determined face and got ready to push.
"I give up!" Sam moaned. She had just had her 10th contraction since Tom had started counting, and she didn't hear a baby screaming so she just laid back on the bed and huffed. "I've changed my mind I don't want this baby." She sulked. She was sitting there in nothing but a bra with her arms folded across her chest.
"Sam you're crowning!" Tom stated.
"I don't care Tom! I can't do it anymore." She cried as she put her hands over her face.
"Sam give me your hand." Tom ordered.
"Why?" Sam grumbled as she continued crying because of the intense, burning pain.
"Just trust me." Tom said. Reluctantly, Sam handed Tom her hand and he pulled her hand and placed it where he thought Sam would be amazed by.
"Is that..." Sam trailed off.
"Mmhmm." Tom smiled. Sam opened her eyes and Tom had put her hand on the baby's head between her legs which was just only just visible. Sam gently stroked the head with her thumb. It was slimy due to the mucus and blood but she could feel fine hair on the top of it's head. "Right, I reckon if you push as hard as you possibly can, you can have her out in two or three contractions." Tom stated as he put his hand on top of Sam's for reassurance. "C'mon, you can do this Sam." He added.
Sam nodded and dug her elbows into the mattress as she prepared to push as though her life depended on it. She wanted this baby out now.
"Well done you're nearly there Sam. Keep pushing, keep pushing-" Tom was interrupted by an eruption of crying as their little girl came out into Tom's hands. He quickly wrapped her in a towel and placed her on Sam's chest and within seconds of skin to skin contact on Sam's chest, she settled down. "You did it." Tom whispered happily.
"We did it." Sam stated. "I couldn't have done it without you." She added quietly. "And I'm not going to forget what you said, you've still got to get me a Chinese tonight." Sam said sternly yet quietly. Tom smirked as he got the tray with two clamps and a pair of surgical scissors in it.
"Can I get to the chord?" Tom asked softly and Sam turned their baby on her side. Tom clamped the chord in two places and made a neat cut. Once he'd done what he needed to do with the chord. He tucked the towel back around her and laid her back on Sam's chest. "I am so proud of you Sam Kent." Tom whispered as he tucked a bit of Sam's hair which had come loose from her bun behind her ear. He squatted besides the bed and watched the baby and mother bonding.
"Look at her cheeks." Sam smiled. "We should call her Rosie." Tom looked and his daughters cheeks were a rosy red.
"Rosie Kent." Tom said to try the name out. "Yeah, I think it suits her." He concluded. "And I definitely think she's going to have your thick hair." He stated as he put his hand gently on the top of her head. She already had quite a bit of short hair and it was a dark brown, but that was only because it was wet and there were still bits of mucus and blood on her.
"Mm." Sam mumbled. She couldn't think of anything else to say, she just wanted to savour the moment. Sam and Tom remained in the same position as she cuddled her daughter and Tom comforted his fatigued wife for almost 20 minutes.
Tom noticed that Sam's eyes were getting droopy.
"Why don't you let me clean her up, and you can get changed and then you can get some rest?" Tom suggested.
"Okay." Sam mumbled. "But I wanna feed her before I sleep." She added as Tom took Rosie off of Sam's chest.
It took a lot of effort, but whilst Tom cleaned up Rosie, weighed her, and put a nappy and a sleep suit on her, Sam got dressed into a pair of comfortable tracksuits, shirt and hoodie. She also put a maternity pad on for when she would start to bleed. She slipped back into bed once Tom had removed the bed pad so that she was on a clean one.
"There we go." Tom whispered as he handed Rosie to Sam. Tom got into bed next to Sam and wrapped one arm around her waist. In the other hand, he had a muslin cloth ready for any leaks or spit ups.
Sam pulled her shirt down on one side, unclipped her nursing bra and tried to get her baby into a comfortable position, before she held her in front of her breast.
"What do I do?" Sam asked quietly to Tom.
"Try this." Tom whispered as he supported Rosie's head with his hand, and he manoeuvred it so that Rosie's bottom lip was tickled by Sam's nipple. It caused her to open her mouth, and then she latched on and began suckling. "There you go, you're a natural." He smiled. They sat there for ten minutes, until Rosie pulled away, closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.
"Right, you go to sleep and get some rest." Tom whispered as he took Rosie from Sam's arms.
"Can you stay in here? Don't go downstairs or anything please." Sam asked.
"I'm not going anywhere." Tom smiled as he gently rocked his baby from side to side. She was fast asleep after her first feed, and it didn't take long for Sam to fall into a deep slumber too. Rosie Kent was born at 3:10am on Saturday 28th June and she was 5lbs and 8 ounces of cuteness in the father's opinion.
Tom looked down at his sleeping wife and Sam looked exhausted. It was almost 4am and Sam had been up all night in labour. The night before, she had been up since midnight because of her upset stomach. Although Tom wanted to comfort her through the long times she spent in the bathroom rubbing her bump in discomfort whilst she had no control over what was pouring out of her, he had accidentally fallen asleep, but Sam didnt have the heart to wake him and so he woke up at 6:45am when his alarm went off, to find Sam curled up in a ball on the floor of the shower. She had had an accident because of her bump; she didn't make it to the toilet in time.
Tom whacked his alarm to turn it off. He stretched his arms and legs, and the realised that the bed was empty besides him. He then noticed the sound of running water, and the faint light coming from under the bathroom door. He slid out of bed, and thought about it, before he opened the door and entered. He felt awful when he noticed Sam, curled up in the bottom of the shower whilst the water poured down on her from above. He looked down at the floor and saw Sam's pyjamas in which Sam had urinated and defecated, by accident of course. And the toilet hadn't been flushed either. But Tom didn't care about that so he stepped over her messy pyjamas, squatted besides her, just outside the shower, and slid the shower door open.
"We never did get that lock did we." Sam joked half heartedly. Tom could tell she was on the verge of crying.
"Sam you're freezing." Tom stated as he jumped up and turned the icy shower off.
"The hot water ran out." Sam mumbled. "Tom, I'm so sorry." Sam whispered as Tom took the towel off of the radiator.
"Come here." Tom helped her to stand up, and then wrapped the towel around her to warm her up. The towel just about wrapped around Sam's 41 weeks bump because Sam had been using beach towels for the last few months; bath towels weren't nearly long enough. "There's nothing to be sorry for." Tom whispered. "Everyone has accidents, and there's a reason that they're called accidents." He smiled as he lead Sam into the bedroom and sat her down on the bed. She sat there sniffling.
Tom got out a loose fitting nightie for Sam because he assumed that she still had stomach cramps, and tight shorts or trousers wouldn't help that. He also got a bra, underwear and a incontinence pad, and he slowly helped to dress Sam. Once she was dressed, he pulled back the duvet, tucked her in and pecked her on the forehead. "I'll give Zoe a ring. I'm staying home with you today." Tom smiled.
"No, go in tom. I don't want you here while I'm like this. Please, I'll be fine just go to work." Sam pleaded.
"You sure? I honestly would rather stay here and look after you." He stated.
"I know but... You know what I'm like... I don't like people near me when I'm going to the toilet so this isn't exactly my favourite situation to be in at the moment." Sam joked halfheartedly. "I know that you want to comfort me and I appreciate that, but the best thing that you can do for me at the moment, is just go to work. And don't worry about me, I'll be fine." Sam smiled.
"Alright. But I'll give you a ring in my breaks to check on you, and don't hesitate to gimme a call if you just wanna talk or you want me to come home okay?"
"Okay. Thanks Tom." Sam smiled as she buried her face into her pillow. Tom pecked sam on the lips before he got ready for work, and left Sam in peace.
Sam was in a deep sleep for almost an hour and Tom was still sitting besides her but Rosie was getting restless and Tom could tell she was hungry.
"Sam... Sam wake up." Tom whispered softly. "Sam." He said a little louder and Sam stirred and looked dazed. It took a few moments until she realised where she was; she had been in such a deep sleep that she had forgotten what had happened before she fell asleep. "Sorry but, I think she's hungry." Tom said softly.
"It alright, pass her here." Sam said sleepily as she sat up on the bed and leant against Tom for support. She took her baby into her arms and after a few attempts, she latched on. "God, I didn't think I'd be this tired." Sam joked halfheartedly as she yawned.
"Well you probably wouldn't, it's just because you were ill yesterday." Tom stated quietly as he watched his little girl suckle.
"Yesterday?" Sam queried.
"Yeah, it's about 5am Sam." Tom chuckled softly.
"Ugh." Sam moaned as she rested her head on Tom's shoulder.
"Would this be the wrong time to ask if we can get a puppy?" Tom asked.
"Yes, it's the wrong time." Sam said sternly as she glared at Tom.
"Okay, okay! I was joking!" Tom protested.
A little more than a fortnight later, it was 8am on Saturday and Sam was admitted in hospital to have the operation that could solve her bladder problem. Sam was sitting in bed with the back of it elevated to support her. Tom was standing besides her with Rosie in his arms and they were on the fairly busy ward, Keller.
"Thank you." Tom said as the consultant walked away after explaining the procedure and it's risks to them.
"Are you sure you'll be okay with Rosie?" Sam asked.
"For the millionth time, yes! Sam it's only a three hour procedure, I'll be fine." Tom stated. "I think you're the one who's worried, not me. You're gonna miss us aren't you?" Tom smirked.
"I'm gonna miss Rosie, I dunno about you." Sam remarked.
"Oh really! Right, so you don't want me to wait on you hand foot and finger once you're out of theatre then?" Tom joked.
"I didn't say that." Sam said sheepishly. "God, I hate wearing this gown." Sam stated as she looked down. "It's not funny." Sam protested as she saw Tom smirk. "My breasts really hurt." She added quietly, she wasn't allowed to wear anything but the gown in theatre so she had to take her bra off. Her bra was the one thing that gave her breasts support and they eased the pain significantly but now that she couldn't wear it, she was uncomfortable.
"You've only got a few minutes before they come and get you." A nurse said quickly to the couple before she left again.
"You wanna say goodbye to mummy?" Tom cooed as he lowered himself so that he cradled Rosie right next to Sam. Sam held her tiny hand and gave her a kiss on her cheeks, which had been rosy red since birth, they were naturally like that.
"Bye bye." Sam whispered. "I'll see you soon." She added.
"Do I get a kiss too?" Tom asked as he pouted.
"Come here you big kid." Sam smirked. She and her husband gave each other a kiss on the lips, for a long moment, before they eventually pulled away and smiled.
"Mrs Kent, are you ready? It's quarter past eight." A consultant asked as a porter stood behind her.
"Yep." Sam replied after taking a deep breath.
"Right, let's get you prepped." She smiled as he she laid the bed flat. Sam laid down and the porter began to move Sam's bed.
"I love you." Tom whispered as they wheeled her away.
8:30am
Fifteen minutes later, Zoe walked into the ED staff room to find Tom by the microwave and baby Rosie was in her carrier on the breakfast bar.
"Tom?" Zoe queried.
"Sorry but, they wouldn't let me warm her milk up upstairs so I thought I'd do it down here." Tom explained. Sam had expressed milk the day before and put it into a bottle for Tom to feed their baby whilst Sam was in theatre.
"Yeah, that's fine. How's Sam?" Zoe asked cautiously. She, along with the rest of Sam's friends and colleagues were all aware of Sam's surgery to try and solve her leaky bladder.
"Er, she went in about quarter of an hour ago." Tom stated. "It's gonna take around three hours so it's just a waiting game really." He explained.
"Listen Tom, I've been meaning to speak to you."
"About?" Tom queried as he took the milk out of the microwave. He shook the bottle, tested the temperature with his little finger, before he took Rosie out of her carrier and began to feed her on the sofa.
"Well, I just wanted to ask how you're dealing with Sam's condition... It can't be easy." Zoe began.
"Look let me stop you there Zoe. Before you ask I don't need any support and it's not hard, in fact it barely even makes a difference to our lives. If Sam leaks, we clean it up and move on. Honestly Zoe, I'm not stressed." Tom explained.
"Right." Zoe sighed as she sat on the sofa next to Tom folded her legs over. "How's she been since birth? Has it been any better?" Zoe asked.
"Not really... If anything, it's got significantly worse." Tom admitted. "She's leaked every night since the birth, and she leaks at least once during the day as well."
"Tom I'm so-"
"You know what, I shoudnt have said anything. I'll feed her upstairs, just in case there's any news." Tom said quickly to change the subject as he took the bottle off of Rosie which caused her to babble a little. Tom laid her in her carrier, strapped her in and then walked out of the room.
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