Ok, one week late was ok, I didn't mind, I actually thought it would be good with all the problems I've had. But two and a half weeks late, this is ridiculous! This kid is just breaking the norm for all my other pregnancies. Lexi was born right on time, born on her due date exactly. The twins were about 3 weeks or so early, but with twins you kind of expect that. Demetra was a few days after her due date. I should be happy, I'm getting more bed rest and I have more time with nothing to do, but I'm sick of being pregnant. The doctors said that if he's not born by the end of the week then I'm going to have to have labor induced.
"Tony, I swear to God, one more day of this and I am gonna reach in there and pull him out!" Nothing is comfortable and it's getting on my nerves.
"Honey, just give him time. You know that he's a stubborn baby, he got it from both of us."
"Yeah, but I want to sleep, and I cant, this is just too uncomfortable. I ache everywhere."
He kisses me on the forehead and pulls me close to him. I snuggle into his warmth.
"Just try to relax baby. Breathe nice and deep. Want me to give you a massage?"
"Oooo! Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks Tony."
"No problem, roll over."
Tony's massages are amazing. I have no clue where he learned it, and truthfully, with his past, I don't wanna know. All I care about is that his hands work wonders on my back. His massages are just so nice, so relaxing, so……oh no! I think my water just broke!
"Um, Kate, did….uh….did your…." Tony's always been a little unnerved by giving birth, you'd think with the amount of times I've been pregnant he'd be ok.
"Yeah, I think it did. Now I know why I was so achy."
"I'll get the kids up; you grab your bag and head to the car."
I slowly get out of bed and waddle to the closet to grab the bag we've had made up for weeks with clothes and other stuff in it and head for the door. I'm just about at the kitchen when a contraction hits me. Tony hears my cry and runs to my side.
"What's wrong?" There's definitely panic in his voice.
"Contraction." I say through clenched teeth.
By now the kids are all up and Lexi has taken charge of them and is leading them out to the car. Tony leads my slowly to the car and gets me into the passengers seat and helps the kids get buckled in. I turn and smile at them; I hope they aren't too scared. The drive to the hospital is actually short, but with Tony driving slowly and checking if the kids and I are ok all the time it takes us forever to get there. When we get up to the Labor and Delivery Ward Tony has to leave me and watch the kids until Abby or Gibbs or McGee or someone gets there, I called all of them on the drive over. I just want Tony in here with me; he's been here for all the other births, even the twins. These contractions are getting a whole hell of a lot closer together and a lot stonger.
"Ok, Mrs. DiNozzo, I'd say you're ready to start pushing."
"No, not with out my husband here, please. Just a few more minutes." No, he has to be here, I can't do this with out him.
"I don't think this little one is going to wait. I want you to take a deep breath and hold it and push for a count of ten, ok? Ready?" I nod and hold my breath and push. Right after I finish the first push Tony comes in. He's at my side in seconds, holding my hand and kissing the top of my head and telling me that everything is going to be ok. I love him so much, I don't know what I would do if I didn't have him.
"Ok, get ready to push again. Deep breath and push."
"You can do it Kate, I know you can." Tony tells me. I'm pushing as hard as I can, and it's exhausting. I let the breath out and fall back against Tony, whose now sitting behind me on the bed. I'm dripping with sweat and my hair is a mess, but Tony still whispers in my ear that I'm so beautiful and so strong.
"One more push aught to do it, Mrs. DiNozzo."
I breathe again and push, putting all of what's left of my energy into it. Tony's behind me counting to 10. When he gets to 8 I hear the doctor tell me to stop, followed by the cry of my new baby.
"Congratulations, it's a boy!" the doctor tells me. I start crying when they place him on my stomach and dry him off, he's so beautiful; Tony gets to cut the cord, like he has for all our other kids. The doctors go weigh him and measure him and bring him back to me.
"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. DiNozzo. He's a big fella, 8 pounds 8 ounces. What's his name?"
"Alec. Alec Gregory DiNozzo." I tell the nurse. "Hi baby boy. Glad you're finally here." I look up at Tony and smile. "Our family's finally complete, Tony."
"Yes, it sure is. Welcome to the world Alec." He kisses the baby on the top of the head and then kisses me on the cheek.
We wait about 15 minutes of just us together with our new son, before Tony goes to get the kids, who are followed by Gibbs, Jen, Abby, McGee, Ducky, my parents and Tony's dad. The kids are all sitting on the bed with Tony and I and everyone else is standing around. We get congratulations from everyone and everyone wants to hold the baby, until the nurse come back in and asks that only immediate family be there and that I needed my rest. Everyone congratulates us again and leaves, leaving only Tony, the kids and me.
"Say hello to your new baby brother everyone."
"Mom, what's his name?" It just hit me; we never told the kids what we wanted to name him.
"It's Alec. Your baby brother's name is Alec." I'm so proud of my family. My happy, and huge, family.
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