Love by Love – 29
"Okay… Okay… Dr. Schmidt's gonna meet us at the hospital. I got your suitcase, and a camera. I'm ready." Brock was excited and anxious to see his son, he shot out of the bed the moment Reba said her water broke. Luckily he got everything ready since they knew she was getting close to her due date. Brock was ready, but Reba wasn't. "You're not dressed."
"I'm trying! Can you just drop those things and help me first?" Reba grumbled struggling to put on her underwear.
"Do you really need to wear them?" Brock was taken aback when he met with Reba's deadly glare. "Yes you do…" He helped her get dressed and helped her into the car before throwing the suitcase on the backseat. He accelerated at full speed to get Reba to the hospital before she gave birth in his car. He sat her in a wheelchair and rolled her in. The nurse came to help Reba get ready in the delivery room.
"Thank God you're here!" Brock was relieved by Dr. Schmidt's presence.
"How far between each contractions?"
"About five minutes, and it lasts about 45 seconds." The nurse answered looking at the chart. Dr. Schmidt got to his position to check on Reba. Brock stood by her side feeling excited and anxious to see his son.
"Only three centimeters dilated. Still far along."
"Oh no, not another 56 hours!" Reba cried remembering the pain she went through giving birth to Kyra. Thinking of Kyra, Reba yelled "Oh craaapp! Did you call the kids and tell them we are at the hospital?"
"I'll call them now, they're at Brigit's house right?" Reba nodded. Brock took his phone out and called Brigit's parent asking them to help take care of Kyra and Cheyenne for the weekend, Reba might be busy giving birth. He called Barbra Jean too, to let her know that Reba was in labor.
"How far along now?" Whined Reba after fours hours had passed.
"I don't know, but the last time doctor checked, he said 5 centimeters."
"Only half way?!" Reba howled
"Already half way honey, think positive. The glass is half full." Brock attempted to ease her mind.
Grabbing the collar of his shirt, Reba grumbled. "I swear if you don't shut I'm gonna hurt you!"
"I think I remember why I was at the golf course when Lori-Ann was giving birth to Cheyenne." Brock mumbled to himself. Just then another wave of contractions hit. "Aooowww!" He cried when Reba squeezed his hand. "That hurts!"
"You wanna know what hurts? Next contraction I'm gonna grab your nuts!" Brock jumped a mile away after Reba threatened him. He made sure he held her hand when the next contraction hit.
"Breath, honey, remember the breathing technique? Hoo hoo hoo hee.." Brock was anxious, it had been nearly ten hours now and she still hadn't given birth yet.
"Okay, okay..." Reba repeated after Brock. "Hoo hoo... what the heck happened to your hair?" Reba was shocked looking at Barbra Jean who just entered the room.
"Hey Reba, don't you like my hair cut?"
"It's pink!" Looked like Barbra Jean managed to steer Reba's mind away from the pain at this moment, unintentionally.
"It was red. Rebecca was mad that I had her hair cut and color. She made me dye my hair back or I'm banished." Barbra Jean complained.
"Were you out of your mind?"
"Anyway... I'm here to give you some tips on giving birth. You can learn from my past painful experience." Barbra Jean changed to subject.
"If you don't leave now, you'll learn a new painful experience." Reba gritted through her teeth.
"Reba, honey. I'm sure Barbra Jean is just concerned about you. Don't be mean." Brock stepped in.
"You want a piece of me?" Reba yelled feeling the pain hit her again. The doctor checked on her again.
"Ten centimeters. She's ready to push." Doctor asked Barbra Jean to leave but she insisted on staying. Reba wasn't in a mood to fight. She had to push a baby out of her. Barbra Jean wiped her sweat with a face cloth as Reba was pushing.
"Oooh Camera!" Barbra Jean piped up spotting the camera that Brock brought with him, right in the middle of an intense moment. "Here, let me take your pictures."
"Barbra Jean if you don't shut up I'm gonna shove that camera into your birth canal!" Reba hollered at her friend fierce-fully. Barbra Jean zipped her lips and let Reba give birth to her baby.
"One more push, I can see the head now," announced the doctor. Reba pushed with all her might, and out came a beautiful baby boy that Brock was longing to see.
"My son!" Brock exclaimed with tears of joy as he carefully cut the umbilical cord. The nurse handed the boy to him. He kissed the infant's forehead before giving him to Reba. "Our baby boy honey. Our son." Barbra Jean discreetly took their pictures before the nurse took the boy to clean up and measure.
"He's 6 lbs and 9 oz. 18 inches long," told the nurse to the parents.
"He's beautiful." Barbra Jean brought her hands up to her chest, as she started to miss her own son that she left with Blake. "Oh gosh, I'm gonna go back home and give Henry a hug!" She practically ran out leaving just the family to treasure their newest member.
"I think I should go pick up Cheyenne and Kyra to see their new sibling." Brock kissed his wife lovingly before leaving the room to make a call, telling Brigit's parents that he was on his way. Brock was only gone for less then half an hour and he returned with the girls. They were curious to see their baby brother.
"He looks like a doll." Cheyenne giggled.
"What's his name?" Kyra asked trying to pet the boy's head with her little hand.
"What do you think Reba?" Brock waited for Reba to make the final decision. They didn't quite agree on the name yet, but they did have a short list of their favorites. "Pete, or Mitch?"
"Can we name him after my daddy? Jake."
"JV stands for Jake?" Brock didn't know his father-in-law's name, they all called him only by his initials.
"Daddy's name is Jake Vincent, but I only want Jake. How about Jake Mitchell Hart?"
"Jake Mitchell Hart... I love that." Brock loved the name, and so did the girls.
Jake Mitchell Hart, the newest member of the family, was nestled in Reba's arm feeding from her breast. Brock sighed contently. There she was, the love of his life, nursing their newborn. Brock couldn't have asked for anything more.