SARA POV
It's going to get worse? No, I vote for fast forwarding to ten centimeters and getting this kid out of here. Gil is being so sweet to me, I'll have to apologize when the pain is gone. Oh ow, ow, ow, ow, it hurts even more now! Focus, breathe in and breathe out. This walking better help.
"We skipped breakfast and came all the way here to just watch you walk laps in a hospital?" Greg teased and had I not been in severe pain, I would have smiled; or hit him.
"You're the loser…who fell for it." I snapped back and the team roared with laughter. Gil begins to guide me back to my room. I am in almost constant pain. We walked for about thirty minutes and Dr. Cats came in to check on me. She pulled the curtain to isolate everyone except Gil from view.
"The walking helped; almost nine centimeters."
"Thank you. Is there anything else I can do to help speed things along?" I asked hopefully.
"No, not really because I can't let you go walking anymore. You're getting too close to delivery." Well, that's good news and bad news. This hurts. I glare at Gil behind his back. It's all his fault. I nod simply to placate her. She's a woman, she has to know how much this hurts; right? I notice the team make themselves comfortable in my room. Gil sits on the bed with me so he can see both the monitor and me. I love looking in his eyes anyway, so I don't mind the intrusion on a bed made for one. Mild conversation begins to take place of which I am too distracted to pay any attention to.
An hour goes by an all of the sudden I feel different. I have an unbearable urge to push this baby out.
"It's time. Get the doctor." I rush out between breaths. Gil hits the little red button on my bed rail and calls for the doctor. Dr. Cats was walking in the room.
"Hey, I heard you needed to see me?" I am already opening my legs to do what is natural.
"It's time." I grunt out. She looks around.
"Everybody that isn't a husband, a nurse, or a doctor needs to leave the room now." They all shuffle out and I know they are talking to me, but I can't hear them. Nurses come charging in with all kinds of equipment. Dr. Cats calmly sits on my bed and double checks my assessment.
"Don't push just yet, Sara. Wait one more minute." The medical team is rushing around and transforming my bed into a delivery table by removing the bottom portion and raising stirrups. I really need to push. He's ready. Gil takes his place by my side and holds my left leg near my shoulder as instructed by the doctor. A nurse takes the other side.
"Ok, Sara on your next contraction, push as hard as you can." She tells me. DUH! Five seconds later, I am using all of my energy and some I didn't to push my son from my body. Holy shit, this hurts. Never again, never again!
"You're doing great Honey. I see the top of his head." Gil tells me. I stop to breathe and go at it again. I can hear somebody counting and it's annoying the hell out of me.
"The head is halfway out. Keep going Sara." Dr. Cats encourages me. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. This is excruciating. I hear Gil suck in a breath.
"Sara, look down and push once more." Dr. Cats orders. I see my son's head out and push once more as instructed. I watch him enter this world and tears spring from my eyes out of nowhere. He is placed on my chest and Gil's hands cover mine to dry him off. I look at my husband with a tired smile. He returns it and leans in to kiss me.
"I love you." He whispers.
"I love you too. I'm glad you were here with me." I tell him.
"Me too." Gil cuts the umbilical cord and the baby is taken from my chest.
GRISSOM POV
"You're doing great Honey. I see the top of his head." This is amazing. Sara is working so hard to bring him in to the world. I love her so much and she will never know how happy it makes me to be here with her; to be a part of this. Wow, the head is out. I help Sara to sit up so she can see the work she has done. He is finally free of her and we get our first look at our son. I still can't believe that this tiny human is half of me and half of her. I feel tears in my eyes to match hers.
"I love you." I whisper in her ear.
"I love you too. I'm glad you were here with me." She tells me. Me too Honey.
"Me too." I cut the umbilical cord and the baby is taken from her chest. I follow his path with my eyes. I know that Sara is in the capable hands of her doctor and I want to know what they are doing with my son. I watch them weigh him and measure him, then put him under the baby warmer and wrap him up.
"He's a big boy. He's twenty-one and a half inches long; weighing in at eight pounds, ten ounces." Wow, what was Sara feeding that kid? As long as he's healthy, I don't care. He is placed in my arms and I immediately walk back to Sara.
"He's beautiful, Sara." I hand him over and Sara opens her gown to feed him. Where did she learn these things or do they just happen when you become a mother? She has a new calmness about her and I curse myself for not having the camera ready. I dig it out of the bag and take a few pictures. Sara looks at me and smiles. That is the picture to go on my nightstand. I've never before seen her look that beautiful and that much at peace before. She seems to know when to stop and burp him and doesn't much care what anybody else in the room is doing. I look around and the nurses are bustling around, the doctor has just finished cleaning between Sara's legs and making sure everything that was supposed to come out, did. I hear a tiny burp.
"Good boy." She coos and moves him to her other breast. I don't want her exposed so I cover her first one up.
"It's ok, Gil, I have to get a new gown anyway. This one has blood all over it from junior here." She tells me softly. The baby is done eating and she burps him. I'm a little jealous of the tyke already; he'll be getting more action than I will. I quickly banish the thought from my head. She passes him back to me in exchange for the camera. I hear the clicking sound, but pay no attention to it.
"We need to take him and get him cleaned up. Your friends can see him when he's all clean. It won't take long and Dad, you can come watch if you want." The nurse is kind and reaches for the baby.
"Here Gil, go with him. I'll see you later. The team will keep me company." She tells me confidently. It's a good thing because I wanted to go anyway. I take the camera, kiss Sara, and follow the nurse pushing the bassinet out of the room. The team is granted a few seconds to see him and I promise them they can hold him if they stay with Sara.
It looks like she's handling him roughly, but he's not crying. I still can't believe he's here and he's all mine. She's talking to me, but I'm not listening. I take a few pictures and watch her dress him and perform a few tests on him. I don't notice or care that we've been gone from Sara for almost an hour. The team is all still in the room when we return. It's going to be fun from now on. I sit by Sara and watch the team ogle and coo at our son. They are going to spoil him rotten and there's nothing Sara and I can do to stop it. I look down to tell her as much and see that she has fallen asleep. I don't blame her. I'm tired too.
EPILOGUE- MOSTLY SUMMARIZATION
As predicted, Gil and Sara were right about the team spoiling their son Gilbert J. Grissom Jr. Greg called him "Little G" and the name has since stuck. They also continued to spoil the little girl that joined the family eighteen months later. Sara quit her job to be a full time mom to her two children, but visited the lab often. The children grew up to be strong, confident, caring people. Both Gil Jr. and Madeline found jobs that in some fashion dealt with criminals. Gil followed in his father's footsteps and became a forensic entomologist while Madeline went to law school. Both children stayed in the Las Vegas area and visited home often. Gil retired and became a consultant and traveling lecturer. Sara joined him in his travels and was able to see the greater continental United States with her husband by her side.
The End (11-19-06)
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A/N: So, what did you think? I will begin writing/posting my new fic in a few days. Thank you to everyone who has stuck with the story and for all of the reviews. I loved them. Wanda, you truly are the beta goddess; thank you so much.
Have a great day everyone! Kelly