Just One Night
Chapter Eight: The Birth Part I
'OWWWWWWWW' I moaned as another contraction took over my body
I'd been in labour for 5 hours so far, how many centimetres had I dilated?
3. I was 3 centimetres dilated.
I was not happy.
The whole experience since arriving is something, I want to forget.
We arrived at the Maternity, in a wheelchair I may add. I was trying to breathe through the pain.
How anyone called childbirth 'beautiful' was beyond me.
Bart -as he is now I may add- was running around like a headless chicken.
He's nervous, and he keeps looking away, he's drip white.
Such a reassurance.
Not.
So here I am 11 p.m.
Mr. Taylor walked in looking nervous.
'I'm sorry Bart, but you have school tomorrow so I think it's best we go'
I'm very surprised that my jaw didn't just drop open in disbelief.
That's how shocked I was. I just figured that Bart would stay. School had never entered my mind.
Bart jumped up.
He was going. I wanted to cry. I needed him to stay with me. I wanted him to stay with me.
'I'm not going anywhere, Dad' he said sternly
I was stunned.
Mr. Taylor's face turned a very interesting shade of purple.
'I think you'll find you're coming home, now' Mr. Taylor ordered
'Dad, you know what. I don't honestly give a damn about school, My baby is going to be born, and I don't care if it's in 2 minutes, 2 hours, 2 days or 2 weeks, I'm staying put. Not only because I'm a father, But I promised Kristy that I'd be here, I started it, and I'm staying here, until I know the two most important people in my life, who I love and care for in all my heart are safe and well. So in answer to your comment, no I'm not coming home. You go home'
Mr. Taylor exploded. The worst part was it was at me.
'You' he spat 'every since you found out you've been pregnant, you've been so selfish. You've turned my son into a stupid little boy you've obviously brainwashed him. Well I'm tired of it. How do we even know for certain that the baby's Bart's?'
I gasped in horror, tears sprung to my eyes. He was implying I was a slut.
My mom had walked in just then and heard Mr.Taylor's last comment.
'I think it's best if you leave' she said very coldly
'Not without my son' he said
'Well. I'm not going anywhere, go dad you're not wanted'
Mr. Taylor stormed out muttering and cursing. I promptly burst into tears.
'Kristy, I'm so sorry, I'm so ashamed, I don't know what's come over him' Bart said apologetically.
I could tell how shocked and hurt Bart was. So I just gave him a weak smile.
'It's okay'.
Of course really nothing felt okay. I was having a baby. I was way to young to ne having one. I was scared stiff. And I was in labour.
It all felt very wrong.
* *
* *
It was late Monday afternoon.
Not only was I 8 centimetres (finally).
But we'd also been given a huge shock.
Bart's dad had been rushed to hospital, he'd collapsed after heavily drinking. It turns out he'd secretly had a drinking problem, that nobody not even Mrs. Taylor knew about. He'd been very drunk when he'd come in to see us. Mrs. Taylor had heard a thud, and had run downstairs to find Mr. Taylor on the floor in a heap.
They'd phoned an ambulance and Mr. Taylor was on a drip, unconscious. Because the amount of alcohol he'd been drinking, had been almost four times over the limit. And they were trying to get the alcohol out of his system before it turned toxic.
Bart had been devastated.
My family had been waiting in the waiting room, for god knows how long. I felt awful. I just wanted to give birth. The pain I was going through was exhausting. I was so tired.
'How's my favourite parenting team?' my midwife came in smiling.
'Fabulous, oh and tell Striker that it's welcome to stay there longer, and make me go through all this pain' I said sarcastically
'Ahhh, you enjoying labour then?' my midwife teased me
'Oh yeah' I muttered.
My midwife was looking at the baby's heartbeat.
'Hmmm' she said. I knew this wasn't a:
'Hmmm, this is looking well' noise.
It was the total opposite.
'What's wrong?' I said fearfully
'Kristy, Bart' she said addressing us both. I automatically gripped Bart's hand. He was actually shaking. So it wasn't just me who was terrified.
'It seems your baby's heartbeat is slowing down, now right now it's okay. But if I don't see any improvement in the next half an hour, I'll have to do a c-section. The baby's distressed, and is tired, we may just need to help her'
'Oh' I said
The midwife looked at us reassuringly.
'You know this is very common, you've been in labour for almost a day, so the baby's getting tired too'
'Will the baby die' I said tearfully
'No, the baby will be fine' she said reassuringly.
My mom & Watson, with Nannie entered then.
The doctor replayed the conversation, she'd just had with us.
'Okay, Kristy, unless I'm paged to be told otherwise, I'll come back in half-an hour, Okay?'
'Yes' I said
In the next 15 minutes, I was feeling so much worse. So tired and just wished it was all over. I also wanted Striker to be born and healthy.
Sam came in.
'These mad people, said they had to see you' he announced with a concerned grin
'Oi, Sam, that's not nice' I heard a familiar voice say.
My mother & Watson, with Nannie & Sam excused themselves.
'You poor thing' Claud said too me.
'I know'
I grinned and laughed and gossiped with my friends. Until something happened.
A strange pressure. I needed to push.
'This is it' I said through gritted teeth.
'Oh my lord, Nurse, nurse, somebody she's about to have her baby' Suddenly chaos came to my little room. Bart jumped up. His eyes bright and warm. He looked excited. My friends left the room with cheers & messages of support.
My midwife entered, with a few other people following here.
'Lets, get you to delivery'
The next twenty minutes were a hard blur, a lot of screaming, and pushing. And moaning.
Suddenly I was told the head was out.
I was told to push harder.
'It's almost here, Kristy, you can do this' Bart kept saying.
'It's a little girl'.
A burst into tears. My happiness soon turned to worry when I realised, there was no sound.
'What's wrong' I said.
No one was actually answering me.
'What's wrong with our baby' I begged Bart.
Bart was drip white.
'She's blue, she's not breathing' he said stunned, full of grief.
'No' I sobbed.
They seemed to be 'working' on her for hours.
I was praying the whole time.
All I was waiting for was that cry.
'Okay, get her straight to intensive care, the specialists are waiting' my midwife said. 'Kristy, Bart there's been a complication' my midwife said.
I couldn't handle it.
I couldn't here the news, they were going to tell me.
It all went black,
Chapter Eight: The Birth Part I
'OWWWWWWWW' I moaned as another contraction took over my body
I'd been in labour for 5 hours so far, how many centimetres had I dilated?
3. I was 3 centimetres dilated.
I was not happy.
The whole experience since arriving is something, I want to forget.
We arrived at the Maternity, in a wheelchair I may add. I was trying to breathe through the pain.
How anyone called childbirth 'beautiful' was beyond me.
Bart -as he is now I may add- was running around like a headless chicken.
He's nervous, and he keeps looking away, he's drip white.
Such a reassurance.
Not.
So here I am 11 p.m.
Mr. Taylor walked in looking nervous.
'I'm sorry Bart, but you have school tomorrow so I think it's best we go'
I'm very surprised that my jaw didn't just drop open in disbelief.
That's how shocked I was. I just figured that Bart would stay. School had never entered my mind.
Bart jumped up.
He was going. I wanted to cry. I needed him to stay with me. I wanted him to stay with me.
'I'm not going anywhere, Dad' he said sternly
I was stunned.
Mr. Taylor's face turned a very interesting shade of purple.
'I think you'll find you're coming home, now' Mr. Taylor ordered
'Dad, you know what. I don't honestly give a damn about school, My baby is going to be born, and I don't care if it's in 2 minutes, 2 hours, 2 days or 2 weeks, I'm staying put. Not only because I'm a father, But I promised Kristy that I'd be here, I started it, and I'm staying here, until I know the two most important people in my life, who I love and care for in all my heart are safe and well. So in answer to your comment, no I'm not coming home. You go home'
Mr. Taylor exploded. The worst part was it was at me.
'You' he spat 'every since you found out you've been pregnant, you've been so selfish. You've turned my son into a stupid little boy you've obviously brainwashed him. Well I'm tired of it. How do we even know for certain that the baby's Bart's?'
I gasped in horror, tears sprung to my eyes. He was implying I was a slut.
My mom had walked in just then and heard Mr.Taylor's last comment.
'I think it's best if you leave' she said very coldly
'Not without my son' he said
'Well. I'm not going anywhere, go dad you're not wanted'
Mr. Taylor stormed out muttering and cursing. I promptly burst into tears.
'Kristy, I'm so sorry, I'm so ashamed, I don't know what's come over him' Bart said apologetically.
I could tell how shocked and hurt Bart was. So I just gave him a weak smile.
'It's okay'.
Of course really nothing felt okay. I was having a baby. I was way to young to ne having one. I was scared stiff. And I was in labour.
It all felt very wrong.
* *
* *
It was late Monday afternoon.
Not only was I 8 centimetres (finally).
But we'd also been given a huge shock.
Bart's dad had been rushed to hospital, he'd collapsed after heavily drinking. It turns out he'd secretly had a drinking problem, that nobody not even Mrs. Taylor knew about. He'd been very drunk when he'd come in to see us. Mrs. Taylor had heard a thud, and had run downstairs to find Mr. Taylor on the floor in a heap.
They'd phoned an ambulance and Mr. Taylor was on a drip, unconscious. Because the amount of alcohol he'd been drinking, had been almost four times over the limit. And they were trying to get the alcohol out of his system before it turned toxic.
Bart had been devastated.
My family had been waiting in the waiting room, for god knows how long. I felt awful. I just wanted to give birth. The pain I was going through was exhausting. I was so tired.
'How's my favourite parenting team?' my midwife came in smiling.
'Fabulous, oh and tell Striker that it's welcome to stay there longer, and make me go through all this pain' I said sarcastically
'Ahhh, you enjoying labour then?' my midwife teased me
'Oh yeah' I muttered.
My midwife was looking at the baby's heartbeat.
'Hmmm' she said. I knew this wasn't a:
'Hmmm, this is looking well' noise.
It was the total opposite.
'What's wrong?' I said fearfully
'Kristy, Bart' she said addressing us both. I automatically gripped Bart's hand. He was actually shaking. So it wasn't just me who was terrified.
'It seems your baby's heartbeat is slowing down, now right now it's okay. But if I don't see any improvement in the next half an hour, I'll have to do a c-section. The baby's distressed, and is tired, we may just need to help her'
'Oh' I said
The midwife looked at us reassuringly.
'You know this is very common, you've been in labour for almost a day, so the baby's getting tired too'
'Will the baby die' I said tearfully
'No, the baby will be fine' she said reassuringly.
My mom & Watson, with Nannie entered then.
The doctor replayed the conversation, she'd just had with us.
'Okay, Kristy, unless I'm paged to be told otherwise, I'll come back in half-an hour, Okay?'
'Yes' I said
In the next 15 minutes, I was feeling so much worse. So tired and just wished it was all over. I also wanted Striker to be born and healthy.
Sam came in.
'These mad people, said they had to see you' he announced with a concerned grin
'Oi, Sam, that's not nice' I heard a familiar voice say.
My mother & Watson, with Nannie & Sam excused themselves.
'You poor thing' Claud said too me.
'I know'
I grinned and laughed and gossiped with my friends. Until something happened.
A strange pressure. I needed to push.
'This is it' I said through gritted teeth.
'Oh my lord, Nurse, nurse, somebody she's about to have her baby' Suddenly chaos came to my little room. Bart jumped up. His eyes bright and warm. He looked excited. My friends left the room with cheers & messages of support.
My midwife entered, with a few other people following here.
'Lets, get you to delivery'
The next twenty minutes were a hard blur, a lot of screaming, and pushing. And moaning.
Suddenly I was told the head was out.
I was told to push harder.
'It's almost here, Kristy, you can do this' Bart kept saying.
'It's a little girl'.
A burst into tears. My happiness soon turned to worry when I realised, there was no sound.
'What's wrong' I said.
No one was actually answering me.
'What's wrong with our baby' I begged Bart.
Bart was drip white.
'She's blue, she's not breathing' he said stunned, full of grief.
'No' I sobbed.
They seemed to be 'working' on her for hours.
I was praying the whole time.
All I was waiting for was that cry.
'Okay, get her straight to intensive care, the specialists are waiting' my midwife said. 'Kristy, Bart there's been a complication' my midwife said.
I couldn't handle it.
I couldn't here the news, they were going to tell me.
It all went black,