Unlove You
Disclaimer: See Prologue.
A/N: I usually save my notes for the end, but you need to keep an eye out for stuff. I've been listening to Sharpay's song, Fabulous, an absurdly large amount of time and I've tried to put as many lines from it as I can think of in this chapter. So, keep that in mind while you read and see if you can find all the references.
Chapter 36: Helloooo, Baby! part 2
All four of them arrive at the hospital ten minutes later. Troy and Sharpay are taken to a labor and delivery room while Lisa completes the admission paperwork. Jack is cleaning up the car from where Sharpay's water broke during the drive.
Sharpay emerges from the bathroom grumbling about the unflattering pink hospital gown she is forced to wear.
"But I thought pink was your favorite color", Troy says as he helps her up on the bed.
"Nice shades of pink, yes. But this is Pepto Bismol pink. It's disgusting", Sharpay states as she wrinkles her nose when she looks down at the gown.
Just then an older woman with brightly colored red hair pops in and says, "Oh good, you've changed. I'm Vera and I'll be your labor nurse, along with the nurse practitioner on duty. Your own doctor will get here later when it's closer to delivery time."
"Just how long do you think this will take?", Troy asks nervously.
"It will happen when it happens, but I'll take a quick look now to see how far dilated she is. Okay, honey, if you'll just relax, this will only take a second", she says as she snaps on the latex gloves.
Troy moves up to Sharpay and takes her hand.
"Hey, you okay?", he whispers.
"Yeah", she answers quietly and then quickly amends, "Right now, I am. Is it just me or is this the scariest thing that's ever happened to you?"
"Not even close. When I thought I'd lost you ... when you ended up in Colorado", he clarifies, "that was much scarier than this."
"Aww, that's so sweet."
He starts to lean down to her for a kiss when the nurse interrupts them with a loud snap as the pulls the gloves off.
"Well, everything looks great; you're four centimeters dilated and fifty percent effaced."
"In English, please?", Troy asks.
"When she's ten centimeters dilated, she can start pushing; she's not even half way there yet. Now, I'll just put in the I-V line and attach the monitors."
"I-V?", Troy squeaks, "Like in a needle?"
"Yes, like in a needle", the nurse repeats slowly, as if she's talking to a child. "There's nothing to worry about. It's standard procedure; in case we need it later."
"Alright... Um, I'll just wait over by the window until you're finished", Troy says as he pales slightly.
"Oh, he's going to be loads of help, dear", the older woman tells Sharpay, sarcastically.
"Tell me about it", Sharpay comments as she watches in fascination when the nurse expertly slips the needle under her skin.
"Now we'll put the monitors on your tummy", Vera says as she moves a small rectangular box around on Sharpay's stomach until the instrument registers the baby's heartbeat. Then, she loops a Velcro strap around Sharpay's middle to hold on the box. Next, she puts a second one in the middle of her large belly and attaches it the same way. Both monitors feed into the same screen. "There we go. See this line, here", she points to a graph line on the screen, "That's the baby's heartbeat. Looks nice and strong."
Troy has returned from his self-imposed exile at the window and is entranced with watching the line graphs which are then printing out on a strip of white paper feeding out onto the floor.
"What's this one here?", he points to the second line that is jerking around like a seismograph in an earthquake.
"Oh, that one monitors the contractions."
Suddenly, the contraction line shoots to the top of the screen and pegs out.
"Wow, look at it now. What's it mean when it does that?", Troy asks curiously.
"Oh, that means she's having a contraction", the nurse states matter-of-factly, "and a pretty good one by the looks of it."
"Oh", he acknowledges and then immediately follows that by exclaiming, "Oh ... Sharpay!" Troy realizes that she's been awfully quiet the last minute or so. He looks up at her and sees that she has turned sideways in the bed and her back is arched at an awful angle. Her eyes are squeezed shut and she appears to be holding her breath. If it's one thing he remembers from child-birth class, it is that she's not supposed to hold her breath. Therefore, he jumps over to her to try and help.
"Shar, don't hold you breath, babe", Troy tries to sound soothing while he starts to gently knead her back.
"Don't touch me!", she hisses, "Just ... just don't touch me!"
"But I'm supposed to massage your back; that's my job." Troy sounds a little hurt at her outburst.
"This is different! It's not helping", she snaps.
Troy looks over at the monitor and sees that the line is starting to level out again and she seems to be relaxing a little. He can't help but wish he had one of these machines that could monitor her moods all the time and then, he'd know when to stay away.
The nurse looks between the two of them and comments, "I can tell this is going to be loads of fun. The nurse-practitioner will be here in a little while to check your progress."
"You're ... you're leaving?", Troy asks her, anxiously.
"I'm sorry, but I do have other patients. Tonight's a full moon and that always means we're going to be packed. In fact, you two got the last room available. I heard there's some poor woman stuck down in the ER with only a thin curtain dividing her from her neighbor."
"But what do we do now?" He's starting to panic and even he's not sure if it's because of the enormity of having a baby or the prospect of being left alone with Sharpay.
"Calm down, son. You just let nature take its course."
"What about an epidural? It's supposed to be in my records that I want an epidural", Sharpay squeaks in a panic.
"Oh, I'm sorry honey. We don't even consider them until you're at least five centimeters and you're barely at a four. It slows labor if you start it too soon."
"But you'll put it in as soon as I reach five, right?", Sharpay tries to clarify.
"We'll do it as soon as humanly possible, dear."
The nurse leaves and just as another contraction starts and Troy starts to pace because he doesn't know what else to do, Lisa appears at the door.
"Hi, guys", she starts and then, immediately discerns the situation and quietly says to Troy, "Why don't you take a break, Troy? Taylor, Gabriella, and Chad are in the waiting room with your dad."
He looks to Sharpay with a guilty look.
"It's okay, just go", Sharpay says and he quickly scoots out the door.
Lisa walks up and takes her hand and Sharpay gratefully accepts it.
"It's going to be okay, you know?", Lisa says soothingly, "When you hold your daughter in your arms, you'll forget all about the pain."
"Really?", she asks through gritted teeth as the pain eases up.
"I wouldn't lie to you."
"Do you think I'm a wimp for wanting pain meds?"
"Absolutely, not. No one expects you to go to the dentist without mediation; why should they expect childbirth to be any different?"
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When Troy enters the waiting room, Chad, Taylor, Gabriella and Jack jump to their feet.
"What's happening? ... Is she okay? ... How much longer? ... How are you holding up, son?"
"She's fine. There's no way to tell how long and she's really mad at me", Troy says with a defeated look on his face.
"No, she's not, Troy", Jack tells his only son, "She's just in pain. Pain that we, as men, will never be able to comprehend. You just have to be patient and don't take the things she says too seriously. Just don't give up, okay? Keep being supportive and before you know it, it'll all be over."
"Promise?"
"Hey, your mom didn't kill me and you were nine and half pounds", Jack says with a smile.
"Thanks, Dad."
"Hey, Troy. Is there anything we can do for you, man?", Chad asks, but the expression on his face says he really would prefer not being there.
"Actually, there is ..."
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Troy reenters the room after about twenty minutes and finds Sharpay in a much better mood.
"Hi", he says cautiously.
She smiles back at him and slurs, "Hiya, baby. Where ya been?"
Troy looks questioningly toward his mom.
"Demerol", Lisa says in explanation. "They can't give her an epidural yet, so they gave her a shot of Demerol. It takes the edge off the pain."
"It's great schtuff", Sharpay comments, happily, "Hey, Troy. Be a dear and fetch me my Jimmy Choo flip flops."
"Sure Shar, I'll get right on that", Troy says as he slowly nods. Maybe this isn't going to be so bad after all.
Thirty minutes later, Sharpay is cursing like a sailor.
"What don't you people understand!? There's nothing to discuss."
"I'm so sorry, dear", Vera, who is back in the room to check her, says. "I can't give you another shot of Demerol for twenty minutes more minutes. But you're doing great, ... fabulous, even", she tells her enthusiastically.
"I don't want fabulous. I WANT MORE!"
Troy pulls the nurse to the side.
"What about the epidural? Has she dilated enough, yet?"
"Well, yes and no. Yes, technically, she has, but I want the doctor to take a look at the baby. Now, there's nothing to worry about, but I'm not getting a good reading on the monitor anymore. The doctor can insert an internal probe and attach it to the baby's head. Then, we can talk about an epidural. She just seems a little high strung right now and I didn't want to upset her with this news."
"Actually, she's sort of always like this when she's not getting what she wants", Troy admits truthfully.
"My sympathies are with you."
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"Good afternoon, Sharpay", Dr. Baker says as she breezes into the room.
"Dr. Baker? You're here already? Does that mean I'm almost done?", Sharpay asks hopefully.
This is the first time they've seen Sharpay's doctor. Until now, it's just been Nurse Vera and three different nurse-practitioners. Troy thinks they keep sending in new ones because Sharpay is scaring them off.
"I'm afraid not. I just need to make a quick check on the baby."
"The baby! Oh God, something's wrong. I just knew it. I knew it shouldn't be taking this long." Sharpay tries to sit up in the bed and her voice is sounding quite panic-stricken.
"No, no, everything's fine. There's just a minor problem with the external monitor. I'd like to attach an internal one. It's more accurate and we shouldn't have any problems reading it."
"Oh, okay. If you're sure there's nothing wrong."
"Absolutely. Now, just relax and this won't take but a minute. Remember, when we first met and I told you my patients appreciated how small my hands are? This is why."
Then, she proceeds to place the probe vaginally by inserting her hand ...
"Oh my God, Sharpay! You should see what she's doing!", Troy exclaims with his bright blue eyes opened as wide as they can go.
"I KNOW WHAT SHE'S DOING!", Sharpay hisses as she grabs onto to Troy's hand with a death grip.
"But Shar, her WHOLE hand is ..."
"I KNOW WHERE HER HAND IS! Oh, and by the way, Doc, your hands really aren't all that small."
"There", announces the doctor as she withdraws her hand while ignoring her emotional patient, "all done. Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"Absolutely ... NOT!"
Ignoring her again, the doctor continues while watching the screen, "Everything seems to be working now."
"Um, hey Doc? 'Bout that epidural?", Troy grinds out. Sharpay still has a vise-like grip on his hand. Who knew she was so strong?
"Oh right. I'll let the anesthesiologist know you're ready for him."
After the doctor leaves, Troy lets out a sigh of relief when Sharpay eases up on his hand. She looks up at him sheepishly and mumbles, "Sorry."
"Oh, no problem. At all. I swear. I mean what that doctor did to you..."
"You can stop now. It isn't really helping me to start thinking about it again."
"Sorry."
Much later, there's a light knock on the door and Troy opens it to see Chad standing there with a Burger King bag and a large soda in his hands.
"Oh, good. What took you so long, man?", Troy whispers.
"Sorry, dude. It was Taylor. She kept saying this was a bad idea. I had to take her and Gabriella home and then, sneak back over here."
"Well, thanks man. I owe you big time."
"Actually, you owe me $4.35, but I'll get it from you later."
"Sure ... and thanks for coming. We'll call when there's news", Troy finishes as Chad quickly slips away.
"Who was that?", Sharpay calls from the bed in a tired voice.
Troy quickly puts the Burger Kind bag behind his back before he answers. "Oh, it was just Chad. He wanted to let us know that Taylor, Gabriella and him were leaving."
"Oh, I didn't know they were even here. ... That's really nice of them to come, especially Chad --- I can't imagine he'd really like being here."
"Um, Sharpay is it okay if I just sit over here for awhile?", Troy asks, indicating the seat near the window.
"Sure, they don't seem so bad right now. I'm going to try and rest", she replies as she lies back and closes her eyes.
Troy sits down facing the window and start to surreptitiously eat his meal. Well, it is past dinner time and I missed lunch. I'm sure Sharpay won't mind if I eat something. Yeah, right. That's why I'm hiding it from her.
"Troooy? Do you smell something?", she asks from the bed.
Uh oh.
"Humm, nope", he replies with his mouth full of fries.
Sharpay surprises him by sitting straight up in bed and shouting at him. "A burger! You're eating a burger while I'm in labor with your child? You son of a ...",
Just then, the woman whom Sharpay is about to disparage enters the room.
"Everything, okay?", Lisa asks worriedly when she feels the tension in the room. "We just got back from grabbing some dinner and I thought I'd check on you."
"You ate too?", Sharpay huffs out, indignantly. Since she went into active labor, she's not allowed to eat or drink anything other than ice chips for fear that it will make her sick.
Lisa notices Troy's cheeks are poking out like the little hamster, Cinnamon, who Troy had when he was ten years old.
"Oh my. Troy? Why don't you take that outside?", she suggests.
Troy exits quickly and Lisa goes over to Sharpay's side.
"Sharpay?", she starts cautiously. "What's wrong, baby?"
She's almost in tears when she admits, shakily, "This is just a lot harder than I thought it would be. Why does it have to take so long?"
"I'm sorry, sweetie. There's not much I can offer you", Lisa admits.
Lisa is shocked at how Sharpay looks. Her appearance has really degraded since the last time Lisa saw her. Sharpay's face is pale and drawn and it's obvious she's been crying. And her hair ... well, Sharpay Evans would never let herself be seen in such a state under normal circumstances.
"Oh God", Sharpay rasps out as her back arches and she grabs for Lisa's hand.
"It's okay, Sharpay. Just keep breathing", Mrs. Bolton says reassuringly.
"I'm ... I'm ...", but she can't finish.
Finally, she seems to relax a little.
"How far apart are they, now?", Lisa asks while she looks at her watch.
"Still about four minutes. They're not getting any closer, but they're getting really painful."
"I'm so sorry, Sharpay. Jack's going to leave now. Buddy's been cooped up all day and he's probably torn up half the house. But don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."
"Good. ... And thank you ... for everything. You know, Troy really is pretty terrific. I've put him through a lot and he just keeps coming back for more."
"That's love, Sharpay ... that's love. Let me tell Jack that it's okay that he leave", Lisa tells her while she reluctantly lets go of Sharpay's hand.
"I'll send Troy back in", Lisa says as she leans over to give Sharpay a kiss on her cheek. Then, she turns to Sharpay's bulging stomach and places her hand on it as she says, "Listen to me, little one, your parents and grandparents are so anxious to meet you. Please don't keep us waiting too much longer, okay?" A swift kick against her hand is the answer.
"Wow, did you feel that?", Lisa exclaims as the looks up at Sharpay. Poor dear, Lisa thinks. Sharpay's eyes are once again screwed shut as she rides out another contraction.
Troy comes back in just as that contraction ends. He rushes over to Sharpay's side and takes her hand. "It's okay, babe. I'm back and I'm sorry about the food. It was insensitive of me."
Sharpay takes a deep breath and slowly opens her eyes. "Yeah, you're right; it was." Then, she really surprises him by chuckling a little.
"Did they give you more Demerol or something?"
"No, just realized how lucky I really am, is all."
Lisa silently slips out the door without disturbing them.
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Four hours later...
Troy is in the room trying once again to calm a complaining Sharpay.
"Where the hell is that anesthesiologist?, Sharpay screams.
"I'll go check", Troy quickly volunteers.
"Oh no, you don't, Troy Bolton. You're not leaving me!"
Troy grimaces, but dutifully comes back to the bed and starts to massage her back again.
Lisa volunteers to go; but before she can leave, Dr. Baker returns with some bad news.
"The nurse tells me that you're not progressing at the rate we'd like to see. Things appear to have stalled. You've been dilated to seven centimeters for the past few hours, but haven't advanced since then", the doctor explains to Sharpay, Troy, and Lisa.
"So what happens now?, Troy asks.
"One of two things, actually. We can try Petocin. It's a medication that we'll put directly into your I-V line and it should speed the labor along. However, if it doesn't, we need to seriously consider a Cesarean."
"C-section?! No way. Not going to happen. No scars! Absolutely ... NOT!", Sharpay exclaims.
"That, of course, would only be as a last resort", the doctor tells them in an irritatingly calm voice. "I'll just go order that Petocin drip."
"Good! You ... go ... do!", Sharpay orders.
The doctor gives her an odd look and exits the room.
"Um, Sharpay", Troy tries to say delicately, "Maybe, it's not a good idea to order the doctor around like she's a waiter you just sent off to get you more ice."
The look Sharpay gives him would have make lesser men crumble. Troy thinks he can feel the hairline fractures starting now.
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"Oh God, please make it stop!", Sharpay pleads.
Lisa is dutifully holding her hand and speaks in soft, soothing tones to her.
Troy is pacing like ... well, an expectant father. Sharpay's back in one of her "don't you dare touch me you, SOB" phases and he's afraid to get within striking range. The contractions are coming almost on top of each other and the new nurse on duty, Maggie, (Vera's shift ended at midnight) actually had the nerve to tell her to keep it down because she was disturbing the other patients.
This latest contraction is almost over and Troy knows he only has a few minutes before the next one starts, so he's working up his nerve to approach the bed when his cell phone rings.
Chad's picture pops up on the phone.
"Yeah?"
"Hey, man. I'm just about to head off to bed and I thought I'd see what was happening. You know what's the stats: how big? ... how long? ... name? ... that sort of thing."
"Nothing's happened yet. She's still in labor."
"No way, dude, it's almost one in the morning."
"Yeah, I know. ... I'm really tired too and I had to skip lunch and rush through din... Ow!", Troy exclaims when something hits him in the head. He looks down and sees Sharpay's cup lying on its side and the ice chips spilled across the floor.
"You know Troy, you're probably asking yourself, What would make this whole experience more fabulous? ... How about ... more ice? Now get off that phone and tell whoever the hell you're talking to that you need go fetch me some more of those lovely ice chips", Sharpay growls.
"Um, Chad, ... I really need to go now. Bye." Troy hangs up without even waiting for a response.
Any further chastising from Sharpay is interrupted by Nurse Maggie storming into the room with a scowl on her face.
"Look here, Missie! Every patient on this floor is here to have a baby, but you're the only one screaming to high heaven!"
"Then, maybe they got their epidurals when they ask for them!" Sharpay is giving as good as she gets.
"What? You were supposed to have had that hours ago", the nurse says as she checks Sharpay's chart. "Oh my goodness. You must have been overlooked." She looks embarrassed as she continues, "I'm so sorry. I'll personally go get the anesthesiologist myself, dear."
She rushes from the room. There's a moment of awkward silence before Sharpay starts screaming again. Troy straightens himself up and thinks, It's now or never.
"I told you not to touch me!", she hisses when he touches her back.
"Look! I'm trying to help, but you're not letting me. And it's going to end now! Got it?", she nods mutely. "Good!", he shouts and then, immediately softens his tone and continues, "Please let me hold your hand, Shar. I really want to help."
She holds up her hand as requested and he grabs hold of it to help her through the next rounds of contractions. Troy looks up and his eyes meet the identical blue ones of his mother who gives her silent approval.
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A long forty-five minutes later...
The nurse enters for her normal check.
"Oh good, you're still here", Maggie says sarcastically.
"Where's the anesthesiologist?", Sharpay asks angrily, "You said you were going to get him."
"He's really busy; he'll be here as soon as possible. So, have you been feeling an urge to push?"
"Yeah, for like the past two hours or so. But don't worry, I know I'm not supposed to, so I've decided to just scream bloody murder instead. It's a coping mechanism."
The nurse turns to Troy and comments, "She's a little surly, isn't she?"
"You would be too if you were her", Troy says in her defense.
"Well, let's get on with this; I do have other patients", she bites out in irritation. She begins her examination. "Well, well, well. Congratulations, Miss Evans; you're fully effaced and dilated to 10 centimeters." Then, she straightens up and starts for the door.
"Wait, where are you going?", Troy asks in confusion.
"I'm going to get the doctor, of course. It's time to have this baby."
Lisa, who went to grab a quick cup of coffee, passes the nurse on her way out and Troy shouts out to her. "Mom, it's time to have the baby!"
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"Alright, is everyone ready?", Dr. Baker asks as she looks around the small room to the people gathered there. "Dad?", Troy nods on Sharpay's left side; "Grandma?", Lisa nods on Sharpay's right side. "Mom?"
"God, yes", Sharpay sighs dramatically.
"Good. Now the next contraction you feel, I want you to do what your body wants to do and push. Ah, here comes one now", she notices as she feels Sharpay's stomach begin to tighten up.
Lisa and Troy help support Sharpay as she lifts her upper body slightly. Her face turns red as she bares down. When the contraction ends, she flops down onto the bed.
"Very good, Sharpay. Just keep doing that and we'll all meet your daughter in no time."
"Yeah, you're doin' great, Shar", Troy agrees.
"We're proud of you, honey", Lisa echoes their sentiments.
Just then, the door opens and a young man, who looks to be only slightly older than Troy and Sharpay, pops into the room.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Burke. Did someone here call for an epidural?"
Five faces turn to him simultaneously and incredulously.
Troy finds his voice first. "Naw, I don't think we need it anymore."
Dr. Baker nods in agreement.
"Oh yes we do", Sharpay insists, "Get over here."
"Sharpay", Dr. Burke tries to explain, "It's too late now. By the time it takes affect, the baby will already be here."
"He's right, Miss Evans", says the labor nurse, who is different and much nicer than Nurse Maggie.
"I'm sorry I'm late", the anesthesiologist says lamely, "This hospital is overflowing with babies tonight." He is a tall blond man with sparkling green eyes and under different circumstances, Sharpay would probably be flirting with him. However, right now, she just wants to choke him. "Well, I'll be on my way now. Um, carry on."
Forty minutes later...
"I can't do this anymore", whimpers an exhausted Sharpay.
"Yes, you can, Sharpay", encourages Dr. Baker, "I can see the head now. Two more good pushes and she'll be out."
"You said that five pushes ago", she reminds the doctor.
"Come on sweetheart", Lisa tells her, "We know you can do. You've come too far to quit now."
"Here we go... and a big push ... YES ... she's crowning. Keep going Sharpay! Don't stop."
Sharpay is drenched in sweat and her hair is plastered to the sides of head. Lisa and Troy are propping her up at this point and she is grasping tightly to her own knees to give herself extra leverage.
"Here she comes", the doctor says excitedly, "Here's the head ... Stop pushing!"
"What?!", Sharpay screams at him.
"Let me suction the baby's nose out."
"No, I can't stop now. You ... catch!"
The doctor takes a bulb syringe and suctions out the baby's nose and mouth.
"Okay, just a little more ..."
With a swoosh, the baby slides out into the doctor's waiting arms. And she's not very happy about it. This new little girl doesn't have to be slapped to make her cry. She is beet-red and mad as heck to be pushed so unceremoniously from her warm, dark home.
"Oh, what a big girl you are", Dr. Baker says with a smile on her face.
"Oh God, Sharpay, she's beautiful", Troy gushes.
Sharpay is too overcome with emotion to response and instead just starts crying through the biggest smile she's ever made.
"Hey, Dad", the doctor says, looking at Troy, "Would you like to cut the cord?"
"Me?", Troy squeaks and then, immediately clears his throat and in a distinctly lower voice says, "Sure."
Troy gives Sharpay a quick peck on the lips and moves down to the bottom of the bed. The nurse hands him scissors and he has to hold them with both hands to stop himself from shaking. The doctor indicates where to cut and Troy takes a deep breath and squeezes.
"Very good", the nurse says as she swoops in and wraps the baby in a blanket and then hands her to Troy. "Here you go, Daddy. Now take her up to see Mommy and then we'll get her cleaned up."
Troy gently receives his daughter and she calms instantly. "Hey there, precious." She opens her dark blue eyes and stares unfocused up at him. Troy carries her slowly back to Sharpay.
"Oh, Sharpay. Look what we made, babe", he says as he lowers the baby down for her to see her.
Mrs. Bolton releases Sharpay's hand and she receives her daughter from Troy. Sharpay lovingly rubs her hand over the baby's little tufts of light blond hair. The baby reacts instinctively when her mother's hand accidentally brushes along her cheek and turns her head in that direct. Then, Sharpay starts the age old tradition of counting her fingers and unwrapping her enough to see her ten little toes. "She's prefect and so tiny."
"Oh, that baby is anything but tiny. We won't know, exactly, until she's weighed and measured in the nursery, but the guess is between eight and a half and nine pounds. That's definitely something to be proud of, considering you did it without any pain management", comments the nurse, who is standing close by.
"Speaking of which, does anyone know where that anesthesiologist lives?", Sharpay asks seriously.
Troy looks over at his mother, "Would you like to hold her, Mom?"
Lisa started crying the instant the baby hit open air and hasn't stopped yet. "Please?", she rasps out through her joyful tears. Troy helps transfer her over to his mom and she coos down to the little bundle. "She is so pretty."
Sharpay gives Troy a little nudge and a knowing glance.
Troy clears his throat and says gently, "Mom ... we'd like you to meet Lisa Nicole Bolton."
"Oh my", Lisa whispers as she continues to gaze down at her namesake. She looks up at Sharpay and says sincerely, "Thank you, Sharpay." And then shifting her head toward Troy, she adds with a wink, "And of course, you too, Troy."
TBC
Start date: Saturday, October 28, 2006 (38 weeks) End Date: Sunday, Oct 29, 2006.
Dedicated to our sweet little hamster Cinnamon who passed away last Thursday.
Boy, I'm beat. This childbirthing stuff isn't easy. I said I'd give you details, but I hope it wasn't boring. I tried to have it make sense. Hope I succeeded.
Okay, which lines from Fabulous did you spot?
Now if this chapter isn't a poster child for celibacy, I don't know what is.
Oh, about her name. For all those people who put in suggestions for names, I apologize for not using them. Once my beta said I had to name her after Grandma, it just became a simple matter of picking a middle name that sounded good with Lisa. Now should they call her, Lissie or Nicky?
Oh, about her eyes. Almost all babies are born with dark blue eyes. Then, they change to whatever color they're going to be by about six months old. My guess is they'll be a striking color of blue.
One more question ... now that we finally have a baby, I'd like to write a chapter for one of my other stories next. So which you do you want me to work on: Baby for Sale or Why is She Really the Ice Queen? Please let me know.
As always, please R & R. Thank you.