December 15th, 2004
Week 38
7:21 am
It was cold outside. Last time Neela checked it was one degree out. It was even too cold for it to snow. She wanted to see the snow falling down for Christmas, but even more she wanted to have her twins home for Christmas.
"Do you want some hot chocolate?" Michael called out from the kitchen.
"Please. Put some marshmallows in it." Neela called out easing herself down into the chair by the window. She groaned loudly. He back was so sore lately. She hoped after she gave birth it'd feel better, but she had heard some horror stories.
"I already am." Michael chuckled walking into the bedroom, "Tada!"
"You're a lifesaver." She said grabbing the mug, "you don't have work until later right?" Michael nodded.
"Until then I'm all yours." He said leaning over and kissed her belly, "And yours and yours." Neela laughed running her hand over his head.
"You're the most perfect husband." She said.
"You're the most perfect wife." Michael sat up and kissed Neela. She sighed with happiness. There was no way she'd ever get tired of his kisses.
"I love you so much." Neela whispered. Michael smiled.
"I'm glad you still love me after getting you in this way." he said. Neela ran over her stomach.
"Being pregnant with your children makes me love you even more…I think." She said with a playful grin. "You know, they say having sex induces labour."
"I know they do." Michael smirked, "Are you suggesting something, Mrs. Gallant?"
"No…" Neela grunted as she clutched her stomach. Michael watched as the colour drained form her face. She was having another contraction. She had been having more and more as each day passed, but nothing regular.
"Are you okay?" Michael asked. Neela shot him a nasty look.
"What do you think?" She snapped. He smiled weakly.
"Let's get you to bed." he said helping her to her feet.
"That's what got me here in the first place." Neela said crawling into bed. She wanted this to be over with.
"I know." Michael laughed setting her hot chocolate on the bedside.
"Michael…" Neela whispered.
"What?" he asked.
"'nother…" She moaned. Michael's eyes widened.
"That's impossible." he said as he watched her have another contraction. He looked at the clock. Only two minutes since the last one. Neela whimpered as she tried to relax.
"Not impossible." Neela whispered. Michael backed away from the bed.
"I think I'm going to get the hospital bag." he said going to the nursery. Maybe this was it. Michael picked up the bag and glanced in it. Baby clothes, a book, granola, a CD, change of clothes. Everything was in there.
"Michael!" Neela cried. He bolted into the room. "Contraction."
"Oh Christ." he whispered. Another one, this was it. "This is it, Neela." he grabbed the cell phone and dialed the hospital. "Dr. Coburn please. It's an emergency." Michael pushed over Neela's shoes and helped her put them on, "Janet, It's Gallant. Neela's in labour…two minutes…One minute….We'll be there." he dropped the phone and helped Neela to her feet.
"It's time." She whispered.
"I know." Michael smiled. "We're having a baby."
"We're having two." She corrected him.
9:03 am
So they had been admitted. Janet was sure this was it. She wasn't going to let Neela leave regardless. Neela was n the verge of breaking down. This was really nerve wrecking for her.
"Are you ready to have your water broken?" Janet asked.
"I suppose so." Neela bit her lip.
"Can't it happen naturally?" Michael asked.
"Sometimes water doesn't break. It'll help her labour along." Janet said, "There's nothing wrong with me breaking it. It'll just be messy."
"Do it." Neela whispered closing her eyes. Michael took her hand. Janet chuckled.
"Okay, here I go." Janet said. Neela winced as she felt Janet invade her body. She felt her water rush from her body. "There you go…"
"Thank you…" Neela whispered.
"No problem." Janet chuckled, "That should help you along. I'll be back later to check on you."
"Thank you." Michael said kissing Neela's hand. "Almost, Baby."
"It could still be a day." Neela said, "Labour takes a long time."
"I know, but my mother survived giving birth to twins." Michael said. Neela sighed deeply.
"The babies are healthy right?" She asked. Michael knew seeing Susan sometimes made Neela nervous.
"Yes, they're perfect." He told her.
"Have you called everyone?" Neela asked. Michael nodded.
"I called your mother first and she's going to call your family and then I called my mother and she's going to call my family. Jerry knows we're here so he's going to tell our friends here." Michael said, "I have everything covered."
"You're so smart." Neela smiled closing her eyes.
"Why don't you try to get some sleep? It's going to be a long day." He told her. Neela chuckled weakly.
"It's going to be very long." She whispered.
11:27 am
"Oh god." Neela moaned loudly as another contraction tore through her body. She couldn't understand how people had eight children. This pregnancy sucked.
"You're doing fine." Abby grinned brightly flipping through the magazine she just bought.
"Gee, thanks." Neela muttered. Abby looked up.
"You're doing a whole lot better than I would be able to do." Abby said.
"Wait until you have children." Neela said. Abby shook her head.
"I don't think I ever will." Abby said, "I don't want them to deal with my baggage." Neela shrugged.
"All baggage ends when you have kids. Who you were doesn't matter anymore. It's who you are and who you will be that matters." neela said.
"Maybe so, but I think the addict I was will affect how I would parent." Abby said.
"Of course it will because it shaped you into the person you are today." Neela said, "I just don't want you to pas up having kids if you do want them. Do you?" Abby sighed.
"I wouldn't be opposed to the idea, but I'm not in a good situation right now to have one…or two…or three." Abby smiled.
"Ray is a good looking guy." Neela said. Abby groaned loudly.
"Ray is a thorn in my side." She said, "I couldn't imagine sleeping with him, none the less having children with him."
"It was just an idea." Neela giggled.
"A bad idea." Abby said, "But he is cute."
"Very cute." Neela said as Michael walked in.
"Who's cute? Me?" He asked. Neela couldn't help but to laugh.
"Yes you." She said, "You're very cute and so will our children be."
"She had three contractions while you were gone." Abby said.
"Where they bad?" Michael asked her.
"Oh they were just utterly wonderful." Neela smiled pleasantly.
"How do you think they were?" Abby asked him.
"Fine." Michael chuckled pulling up a chair, "It was a stupid question."
"Very." Abby chuckled as she stood up. "I'll let the two of you relax. You'll need it."
"I know." Neela said caressing her stomach, "Come back though."
"Oh I will." Abby said giving Neela a quick hug. "I want to see those babies."
"Soon." Neela smiled watching Abby leave the room. Frankly, she couldn't wait to see Abby's face when she showed her the twins.
2:31 pm
Michael watched Neela's face. With every contraction, He could tell that the pain was getting worse. It broke Michael's heart. He didn't understand how women could do this day in and day out.
"Janet said she'll be here in a minute to check on you." Michael said.
"Can't you check my dilation?" NNeela asked, "You've delivered babies before."
"Very very long time ago." Michael said. "I was a med student."
"You still know how to check." Neela frowned deeply, "Why won't you do it?"
"It's not my job." Michael said as Janet walked in.
"Janet, I don't want you to check how far along I am." Neela said, "I'd like Michael to do it for me, but he refuses to do it."
"Why is that?" Janet chuckled looking at Michael.
"It's not my job." He said.
"I've had a lot of father's finish birthing their children." Janet said, "it's nice to get the father in on the whole process. The bonding tends to be more when they do."
"Are you sure you want me to do it, Ne?" Michael asked.
"You can't kill me or the twins by just checking how dilated I am." Neela chuckled. Michael nodded slowly.
"Okay….I'll do it." He said picking up some plastic gloves.
"Thank you." Neela smiled closing her eyes. Michael took in a deep breath. He felt so strange doing this. It had been a very long time.
"Ah…." He mumbled, "Seven centimeters?"
"Is that a questions or a statement?" Janet smirked.
"Statement. She's seven centimeters." A smiled came across his face, "Only three more centimeters to go, Baby."
"Excellent." Neela smiled, "That wasn't so bad was it?"
"No. It's kind of cool." He said, "Dr. Daddy." Janet chuckled.
"You're coming along nicely, Neela." She said, "It shouldn't be too long now."
"I know." Neela said, "This is so exciting. Teja and Chander could come at any moment. We'll be parents any time now."
"I love it." Michael said, "But it's kind of scary, don't you think?"
"Some what." Neela admitted, "But women do this every single day. I can do it."
"That's absolutely correct." Janet said, "I can't think of any more stable people to have a child than the two of you. You'll be able to handle twins."
"Thank you." Michael beamed with pride. This was going to be exciting.
5:01 pm
"I know, Mum." Neela sighed on the phone. She had been on the phone with her mother for the past twenty minutes, "I'm trying to breathe. It's not so bad I promise."
"Yeah right." Michael muttered.
"Shut up…No! Not you! I was talking to Michael." neela shot Michael a look.
"Are you sure?" Michael asked.
"I know, Mum….I know….Okay….I know." Neela sighed, "Dr. Coburn is here so I must get off the phone, but Michael will phone you once the twins have arrive." Neela hung up the phone.
"Where's Dr. Coburn?" Michael asked.
"Oh Shut up." Neela said tossing a magazine at him, "I just couldn't handle all those questions she was throwing at me."
"She's a mom. I'm surprised my mother hasn't interrogated me yet." Michael chuckled.
"Oh she will." Neela said shifting in her bed. "I can't believe how much pressure I'm having."
"Is it bad?" Michael asked. Neela shook her head.
"It's just uncomfortable." She said, "I'm sure it'll get bad soon enough."
"I think you're right." Michael said picking up the magazine. "What me to tell you a story?" Neela grinned brightly and nodded.
"Please. That sounds good." She said. Michael took her hand and though about it for a moment.
"Okay, Once upon a time there was a princess named Poonani. She was the most beautiful princess in Hawaii. She had dark skin and beautiful long black hair. One day, her mother told her that Poonani was promised to a young man named….Bert." Michael smiled. Neela chuckled gently. "Poonani was upset about her upcoming marriage to Bert because she didn't love him."
"Did she love anyone?" Neela asked.
"But of course, She fell in love with this hot young black slave that her kingdom had. He was very good looking. His looks made Poonani's heart stop beating whenever she saw him." Michael said, "Well, On Poonani and Bert's wedding day, Poonani ran away. She was terrified of Bert. She was running in the woods when she ran into the slave."
"What was his name?" She asked.
"Miguel." Michael grinned, "He stopped Nani and she admitted her love for him. He told her that he had been watching her for months now hoping she wouldn't mind a little black loving."
"Well, who would mind?" Neela chuckled.
"No one in their right mind." Michael said, "Well, Poonani and Miguel ran away together to the great state of Illinois, which just so happened to become a state the same day they arrived. The two married within the same week and had twelve babies within the next fifteen years."
"Lord, Twelve babies." Neela chuckled, "I can't imagine."
"They had Poonani Jr, Miguel Jr, Claire, Brooke, Kalani, Lana, Hank, Fifi, Bubba, Carolyn, Jason, and CooCoo." Michael grinned.
"They have a wonderful taste in names." She shook her head. "I hope we did a better job." Michael nodded kissing her hand.
"We did a wonderful job." He said to her. He believed they did at least.
7:28 pm
Michael paced back and forth in Neela's room. He watched his wife. Her face was pale and she kept on groaning. Over the past hour her comfort level had drastically changed.
"Michael…" She whispered.
"What?" He looked at her, "Do you need me to get Janet?"
"Pl-please…" neela closed her eyes tightly. Michael walked out of the room. His heart pounded in his chest.
"Janet!" he waved her over.
"How is she doing?" Janet asked.
"I think it's time. Her contractions are so close and she's been shifting a lot…I just think it's time." Michael said.
"Well, why don't we go have a look?" Janet smiled walking into the room, "How are you feeling, Neela?"
"I need to push. That would help." She said.
"Well, let's see." Janet said putting on her plastic gloves. Michael stared at her with wide eyes. She examined Neela with a nod, "You're ready to start pushing."
"Thank god." Neela mumbled reaching of Michael's hand.
"Wow…" Michael said. His heart beat rapidly. This was it.
"Push, Neela." Janet commanded as another contraction ripped through her body. Neela took in a deep breath and pushed with everything she ha din her body. "Excellent."
"Oh my god." Michael said, "Oh my god."
"It'll be okay, Michael." Janet chuckled.
"Okay." he whispered.
"Oh Christ." Neela moaned.
"Tell her that she's doing a good job. Be apart of this, Michael." Janet advised. He nodded looking at Neela.
"I love you." He whispered. She looked at him and nodded.
"Okay." Neela mumbled as she pushed again.
"You're doing a wonderful job, baby." Michael said, "Push."
"Excellent." Janet smiled, "Suction. The baby's head is out."
"Hard part is next." Michael told Neela.
"All of it is hard." She whispered. Michael smiled kissing her forehead. Neela pressed her chin to her chest and began to push again.
"That it." Janet said sliding her hand beneath the baby, "Push harder, Neela, and it'll be out."
"Oh god." She moaned loudly. Tears swelled in her eyes. This was harder than she thought it was going to be.
"Come on, Neela." Michael whispered as Neela pushed.
"There we go!" Janet grinned gently pulling the baby out, "Towel. You have a beautiful baby boy." Michael looked at the small human Janet was wiping off.
"Is…Is he okay?" Neela asked staring at him. Janet flicked the bottom of the baby's foot and he began to scream.
"Oh god." Tears spilled down Michael's cheek as Janet handed him to his father. Michael held onto the screaming baby tightly. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life, "Look…Chander is here." Neela smiled weakly.
"He looks just like his daddy." She said.
"Chander Taylan Gallant." Michael whispered kissing his son's forehead.
"Let the nurse take him and weigh him, so you guys can have another baby." Janet said. Neela moaned loudly.
"I don't want to." She said.
"You're going to have to." Janet chuckled. Michael was reluctant to hand Chander over but he did. Neela moaned loudly, but this time it was because she began pushing. Michael took her hand.
"Come on, baby. I want my family complete." Michael urged.
"I c-can't do this." Neela cried softly.
"Yes, you can." He said.
"I'm so tired." She said. Michael wiped the tears off of her cheek.
"Push, Baby." Michael said. Neela gritted her teeth and pushed.
"You're doing wonderful, Neela." Janet said, "This one won't take as many pushes. Suction."
"I'm so proud of you." Michael beamed with pride.
"God." Neela cried loudly as she pushed.
"Whoa whoa, don't spit the baby across the room." Janet laughed. Neela pushed harder and Teja slid into Janet's hands, screaming. "Towel."
"She's here!" Michael cried. "Teja's here!" Janet placed Teja onto Neela chest. The nurse brought Chander back over.
"Sh-She's gorgeous." Neela whimpered, kissing her forehead, "T-Teja Monet, you're beautiful." Michael settled next to his wife with Chander in his arms. God, two beautiful little children. He was so blessed to have two very healthy children. Words couldn't describe the joys Michael was feeling in his heart at that very
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