1014 - TOW All the Labor
Rachel: Oh my God! Doctor! Do something!
Doctor: She's my patient too. I'll get her up to a room.
The doctor led Phoebe out of the Room. Ross stayed with Rachel while she changed back into her clothes.
Rachel: I can't believe this is happening!
Ross: I know. It's so amazing.
Rachel: I can't believe we're having three babies! Three boys! That's three, Ross! And Phoebe is in labor!
Ross: Oh, we better tell Joey! We have to call everybody!
Rachel: I'm gonna go be up there with Pheebs. You go call Joey.
Ross did just that. As Rachel headed after the doctor and Phoebe, Ross went the other way towards a phone.
He found a payphone right away and dialed Joey's number. After a couple of rings, Joey picked up.
Joey: Hello?
Ross: Joey, it's me, Ross. What are you doing?
Joey: Just sitting here, cleaning my feet.
Ross: Oh . . . okay. Well, you need to get over here to the hospital now! Phoebe just went into labor!
Joey: Oh my God!
Joey hung up and Ross was left hanging on the other line.
*~*
Joey ran into Monica and Chandler's apartment with the triplets right behind them. Monica and Chandler were just dressing the twins.
Joey: Phoebe's in labor! She's having the baby!
Monica and Chandler: Oh my God!
Monica and Chandler got out the twin stroller, put the twins in it and hurried out the door with Joey and the triplets.
*~*
Phoebe was in a gown and hooked up to monitors. She was leaning back in her bed and Rachel was sitting by her side.
Rachel: Well, four centimeters down, six to go. But hey, your water already broke before I got in here! I'm happy!
Phoebe: Yeah. So I'm in labor! Yay me!
Rachel: So, are you in pain yet?
Phoebe: No . . . not a lot. You just wait until you push those three boys out.
Rachel: I'm hoping for the C-Section.
Phoebe: Why would you want that?
Rachel: Well, I know what giving birth to one is like. Multiplying that by three just isn't appealing to me.
Phoebe: Good point. See, I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I got pregnant with the triplets.
Rachel: Not making me feel better here, Phoebe.
Phoebe: Sorry.
Ross walked into the room with a balloon that was blue and said "It's a Boy!" on it.
Phoebe: He's not here yet, Ross.
Ross tied the balloon to Phoebe's bedpost and nodded.
Ross: I know. But he'll feel welcome when he is born.
Phoebe: Aww . . . thanks!
Ross smiled.
Ross: I called Joey. He's on his way.
Phoebe: Thank God. He did this to me. He better damn well be here.
*~*
A few hours later, Joey, Rachel, Ross, Monica, Chandler, and the kids were all in Phoebe's room. Phoebe wanted all of them in there for the birth of the baby. But, all of the kids had to sit in chairs at the back of the room. The doctor had just examined Phoebe. Everyone was waiting for her statement.
Doctor: She's at seven!
Everyone: All right!/Go Phoebe!/etc.
Phoebe: I know.
Doctor: You're almost at eight. I'm thinking that you'll be having this baby within the next few hours.
Phoebe: Good!
Everybody watched the doctor leave the room and a nurse brought in a little nursery bed for the baby. There was a little card to fill out, the birth certificate, little diapers, clothes, and some blankets. Phoebe started crying.
Phoebe: My son's going to fit into that!
Rachel: My sons . . .
Monica: What?!
Everybody stared at Rachel.
Rachel: Today, Ross, Phoebe, and I found out that I'm . . . I'm having boys!
Monica: Boys?! Plural?!
Chandler: As in two?
Joey: As in two?!
Rachel: No . . . as in three!
Joey, Monica, and Chandler: Oh my God! Congratulations!
Rachel: Thank you.
Joey: Wow Ross, you really did a bang up job this time! In more ways than one!
Ross: Thanks buddy . . .
Chandler: Nice imagery.
Phoebe: Ow!
Everybody turned their attention back to Phoebe.
Phoebe: Hey, it's my thunder!
*~*
Another hour and a half passed and Phoebe was pushing. Joey looked like he was going to pass out, but all of the friends stood backing him up. They were watching the miracle of birth. Phoebe's screams kind of put a damper on it, but the process was still beautiful.
By the time Joey turned green in the face, the baby's head was out and a thick black head of hair was present. Brown eyes were evident as well in the baby
boy.
Rachel: Oh my . . . Oh, Phoebe! You have such a beautiful baby! He looks like you but with Joey's hair!
Phoebe groaned and pushed more as the baby boy was almost out into the world. Joey looked as if he was going to fall right then and there.
As soon as baby boy Tribiani was born, everyone started cheering. The kids watched the baby be lifted onto Phoebe's stomach. They were amazed, but they stayed in their chairs like they were supposed to. The twins, however, were sleeping in their stroller.
Baby Tribiani began crying and crying as Joey cut his cord. Phoebe began to cry as she held her son.
Phoebe: He's so cute!
Everybody was still cheering and crying and hugging each other and patting Joey on the back.
Ross: He's going to be such a handsome young man.
Phoebe: Yes . . .of course he is. He's my son!
*~*
Phoebe and Joey sat alone in the hospital room. Joey was holding his son for the first time. The baby boy was sucking on a pacifier to put a hush to his crying for the time being. Phoebe was watching her husband and son adoringly.
Phoebe: He doesn't look much like a The Hulk.
Joey: We already have his name picked out.
Phoebe: I know.
Joey: So, shall we introduce little Draven to our friends?
Phoebe: Ah, we'll let them wait. We've been waiting too long to see him. Our unique little boy with a unique name is here.
The baby grunted softly and Phoebe laughed. Her boy was there. He was finally born.
Rachel: Oh my God! Doctor! Do something!
Doctor: She's my patient too. I'll get her up to a room.
The doctor led Phoebe out of the Room. Ross stayed with Rachel while she changed back into her clothes.
Rachel: I can't believe this is happening!
Ross: I know. It's so amazing.
Rachel: I can't believe we're having three babies! Three boys! That's three, Ross! And Phoebe is in labor!
Ross: Oh, we better tell Joey! We have to call everybody!
Rachel: I'm gonna go be up there with Pheebs. You go call Joey.
Ross did just that. As Rachel headed after the doctor and Phoebe, Ross went the other way towards a phone.
He found a payphone right away and dialed Joey's number. After a couple of rings, Joey picked up.
Joey: Hello?
Ross: Joey, it's me, Ross. What are you doing?
Joey: Just sitting here, cleaning my feet.
Ross: Oh . . . okay. Well, you need to get over here to the hospital now! Phoebe just went into labor!
Joey: Oh my God!
Joey hung up and Ross was left hanging on the other line.
*~*
Joey ran into Monica and Chandler's apartment with the triplets right behind them. Monica and Chandler were just dressing the twins.
Joey: Phoebe's in labor! She's having the baby!
Monica and Chandler: Oh my God!
Monica and Chandler got out the twin stroller, put the twins in it and hurried out the door with Joey and the triplets.
*~*
Phoebe was in a gown and hooked up to monitors. She was leaning back in her bed and Rachel was sitting by her side.
Rachel: Well, four centimeters down, six to go. But hey, your water already broke before I got in here! I'm happy!
Phoebe: Yeah. So I'm in labor! Yay me!
Rachel: So, are you in pain yet?
Phoebe: No . . . not a lot. You just wait until you push those three boys out.
Rachel: I'm hoping for the C-Section.
Phoebe: Why would you want that?
Rachel: Well, I know what giving birth to one is like. Multiplying that by three just isn't appealing to me.
Phoebe: Good point. See, I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I got pregnant with the triplets.
Rachel: Not making me feel better here, Phoebe.
Phoebe: Sorry.
Ross walked into the room with a balloon that was blue and said "It's a Boy!" on it.
Phoebe: He's not here yet, Ross.
Ross tied the balloon to Phoebe's bedpost and nodded.
Ross: I know. But he'll feel welcome when he is born.
Phoebe: Aww . . . thanks!
Ross smiled.
Ross: I called Joey. He's on his way.
Phoebe: Thank God. He did this to me. He better damn well be here.
*~*
A few hours later, Joey, Rachel, Ross, Monica, Chandler, and the kids were all in Phoebe's room. Phoebe wanted all of them in there for the birth of the baby. But, all of the kids had to sit in chairs at the back of the room. The doctor had just examined Phoebe. Everyone was waiting for her statement.
Doctor: She's at seven!
Everyone: All right!/Go Phoebe!/etc.
Phoebe: I know.
Doctor: You're almost at eight. I'm thinking that you'll be having this baby within the next few hours.
Phoebe: Good!
Everybody watched the doctor leave the room and a nurse brought in a little nursery bed for the baby. There was a little card to fill out, the birth certificate, little diapers, clothes, and some blankets. Phoebe started crying.
Phoebe: My son's going to fit into that!
Rachel: My sons . . .
Monica: What?!
Everybody stared at Rachel.
Rachel: Today, Ross, Phoebe, and I found out that I'm . . . I'm having boys!
Monica: Boys?! Plural?!
Chandler: As in two?
Joey: As in two?!
Rachel: No . . . as in three!
Joey, Monica, and Chandler: Oh my God! Congratulations!
Rachel: Thank you.
Joey: Wow Ross, you really did a bang up job this time! In more ways than one!
Ross: Thanks buddy . . .
Chandler: Nice imagery.
Phoebe: Ow!
Everybody turned their attention back to Phoebe.
Phoebe: Hey, it's my thunder!
*~*
Another hour and a half passed and Phoebe was pushing. Joey looked like he was going to pass out, but all of the friends stood backing him up. They were watching the miracle of birth. Phoebe's screams kind of put a damper on it, but the process was still beautiful.
By the time Joey turned green in the face, the baby's head was out and a thick black head of hair was present. Brown eyes were evident as well in the baby
boy.
Rachel: Oh my . . . Oh, Phoebe! You have such a beautiful baby! He looks like you but with Joey's hair!
Phoebe groaned and pushed more as the baby boy was almost out into the world. Joey looked as if he was going to fall right then and there.
As soon as baby boy Tribiani was born, everyone started cheering. The kids watched the baby be lifted onto Phoebe's stomach. They were amazed, but they stayed in their chairs like they were supposed to. The twins, however, were sleeping in their stroller.
Baby Tribiani began crying and crying as Joey cut his cord. Phoebe began to cry as she held her son.
Phoebe: He's so cute!
Everybody was still cheering and crying and hugging each other and patting Joey on the back.
Ross: He's going to be such a handsome young man.
Phoebe: Yes . . .of course he is. He's my son!
*~*
Phoebe and Joey sat alone in the hospital room. Joey was holding his son for the first time. The baby boy was sucking on a pacifier to put a hush to his crying for the time being. Phoebe was watching her husband and son adoringly.
Phoebe: He doesn't look much like a The Hulk.
Joey: We already have his name picked out.
Phoebe: I know.
Joey: So, shall we introduce little Draven to our friends?
Phoebe: Ah, we'll let them wait. We've been waiting too long to see him. Our unique little boy with a unique name is here.
The baby grunted softly and Phoebe laughed. Her boy was there. He was finally born.