Contrary to what most of you are probably thinking, this story's not going to end at the birth. No. In fact, most of my ideas are set after the birth. Yeah... This story will end right around their first birthday, with an epilogue as the final chapter.
Depending on how I write things out, this will have anywhere from 10 to 18 chapters (counting th epilogue)
And also, unlike my story 'March 19' three prologues, Lian will not be killed off. She will live. Especially since this story will- maybe- have a sequel.
That is all. Enjoy the birth! (:
As soon as my water broke, Mary wanted to call everyone who's last name we knew and drive me to the hospital. But I told her no.
"What do you mean no? You're having twins! You are going to be giving me two precious little granddaughters, and I would prefer them to be born in a hospital- not my kitchen floor!" Mary cried.
"Besides my water breaking, I have had no signs of labor. Besides Wally doesn't get home from work for almost another hour. I want him there with me the entire time so I can tormente his ginger ass." I sighed.
"That and I don't like hospitals all that much, and would prefer to spend a little time as possible there." I huffed, crossing my arms.
Mary sighed. "Okay. We're going to do the 3-1-1 thing." She told me. "The huh?" I asked. "3-1-1. When your contractions are three minutes apart and one minute long for one hour. Once that happens you're going to the hospital." She explained.
"Okay. That sounds good."
"So do you know what Wally thinks the girls will look like?" Mary asked, getting up to pour herself a cup of coffee.
"He says he thinks that they'll either be blonde with green eyes, or be gingers with gray eyes." I said, my breath becoming calm as I experienced a small and mostly painless contraction.
My water broke around 8:45 p.m., and by 11:30 that same night, my contractions where still only twelve minutes apart. Which to me, was a good thing and bad thing. This was good because the longer this takes the more time I'll spend at home instead of at the hospital.
But damnit this shit fucking hurts!
I was slouched over on the couch, Wally squeezing my hand while I tried to keep relaxed during the pain. "Ugh! You putain merde la tête! Why did you have to putain do this to me? I hope you putaindie!" I spat at him in French.
Wally frowned, but said nothing. He was probably scared I would rip both his balls off, then shove one up his ass and the other down his throat.
And with the way I felt, I wouldn't be surprised if I did just that.
"Maybe you should try to get some sleep..." Rudy suggested. Him and Mary where staying up with us, so me and Wally wouldn't have to wake them up when it was time to leave.
In fact, we weren't telling anyone, not even my Mom, that I was in labor until we went to the hospital. "Not tired. Besides I won't get much sleep anyway." I sighed, glancing at the clock. "Alrighty. If these damn contractions aren't three minutes apart by six a.m., we're going to the hospital." I groaned.
"So were leaving when they're three minutes apart or at six a.m. Which ever happens first?" Mary asked.
"Which ever happens first."
Six a.m. rolled on by, an my contractions where only eight minutes apart. But it was time to go. So we put the two bags in the car, called Barry & Iris, my Mom, Ollie & Dinah, and Roy & Jade and told us the babies were coming, and then drove to the hospital.
"Oww...!" I groaned, experiencing a very bad contraction on the highway to the hospital. It really sucks that the closest hospital is forty minutes awayfrom Wally's house!
"I know. I know. We're almost there." Rudy said, as we past the road sign that said the hospital was only three miles away.
When we finally got tithe hospital, Rudy got the two bags and Mary went to check me in. Wally opened the door for me, and as soon as I stepped out, I hunched over in sheer pain.
I could not move. I had tears falling out of my eyes because the pain was so unbearable.
Wally helped me walk the ten yards from the car to the hospitals front desk. I was put in a chair, and wheeled to my room.
Once I got my epidural, everything felt fucking fantastic. "Oh Wally this feels wonderful. You should get pregnant next time so you can have an epidural!" I smiled sheepishly at him.
He chuckled, kissing my forehead. "Hey Guys." I looked up and smiled, seeing Doctor Peters. "Hi." I said, yawning. "I'm going to check to see how dialated you are okay?" She said, walking towards me.
Okay, getting your cervix checked feels weird. Really weird! To me, it felt like getting fingered by a wooden spoon. Not pleasant.
"You're at five centimeters and 80% effaced. Would you like me to stretch you to six centimeters?" She questioned. I shrugged. "Yeah sure. Why not."
"Ugh! Get these fucking bastards out of me!"
That's what I was screaming by about ten a.m.
I have been in labor for almost fourteen hours, and I'm only six centimeters. Now to most people, you would think that would be a really fast labor. Not in my family!
Mom's labor with Jade, from start to finish, was only five and a half hours. With me, it was barely three hours.
Mine's more then double! Aaahh!
"Things would go awhole lot faster if you got a c-section." Wally said from his seat beside me. I glared daggers at him.
"The only way I'm getting a caesarian is if one of them is stressed, or Baby A is breeched. Other then that, these demon children you put in my stomach are going to come out the same way that you got them in- through the space between my legs that's now throbbing in pain!" I spat.
For the fourth time in nine months, Wally looked as though he was a puppy I had just kicked the shit out of.
"I'm sorry." He muttered, kissing my forehead. "It's okay." I sighed.
"That is it! Wally! The only way you're going to get into my pants gain is if there is a ring on both of our fingers!" I growled.
By three p.m. I am eight centimeters dialated, my contractions are three and a half minutes apart, and I don't even want to know what the hell happened to my mucus plug.
I hate being pregnant. Sorry- cross that. I hatebeing in labor.
"Pour l'amour de Dieu, sortir ces monstres!" I moaned. "Just a little while longer and it'll be over. I promise." Mom cooed, holding my hand.
"Jade is here, if you wish to see her." She mumbled. I nodded. "Jade!" I hollered. Within seconds she was in my hospital room, a smile on her face.
"Jesus your labor is long. Lian was out within two hours." She smirked. Why I outta-!
"Lian was also a scheduledc-section." Roy said, entering the room with Conner. "Look on the bright side, your labor is much shorter then M'gann's was." Conner said, trying to make me feel better.
It only worked slightly.
"And besides, the pain can't be- mghphgh!"
Roy and Conner both cut Wally off, covering his face with their hands. "Don't make the same mistake we did dude!" Roy warned. "Yeah! I made the mistake by saying that to M'gann when she was in labor with Ben. I'm still sleeping on the couch! And it's been over a year!" Conner cried.
The three boys looked up, and say that me, Jade, and Mom where glaring daggers at them. "I'm gonna... Go... Check on Lian!" Roy stuttered, bolting out of the room. "I think I'll do the same with M'gann!" Conner yelped, running away.
Wally didn't give us an excuse. He just chuckled nervously and ran out at a normal speed.
"Men!"
By five p.m. on October 2, I was ready to push. I was rolled to the O.R. room, because that's where you have to deliver when you're having multiples.
The only people in the room with me where Wally, Dr. Peters, and about three or four nurses. That's all I wanted. Everyone else could wait until after they were cleaned up to see Laura and Jenna.
Laura and Jenna.
In less then two hours they would be in me and Wally's arms, screaming their little heads off from their frustration. Just a little bit longer and these past nine months will all be completely worth it.
"Okay Artemis, on your next contraction I need you to push." Dr. Peters said, as she helped me position my legs.
My contraction came, and I pushed down hard.
I'm not sure how long it took me to push her out, but the next thing I knew, I could hear screams. I could hear Laura's screams.
"Time of birth 5:25 p.m." A nurse said.
I looked up and saw her placed on my stomach, getting cleaned up with the blanket while she wailed.
She was so tiny! Laura was tinier then Lian was!
They placed Laura in my arms, and I cuddled her to my chest. "Hi baby girl. Oh you're pissed off aren't you?" I cooed, as she kept on screaming her head off.
I glanced up at Wally. I've never seen a smile so big on him before! A nurse quickly whisked Laura away so that I could deliver Jenna.
Wally's eyes never left our oldest daughter.
On October 2, at 5:25 and 5:37 p.m. Laura Christine West and Jenna Elaine West were born.
And besides their time of birth, they are 100% identical.
They both weighed six pounds, seven ounces. They were both 20 inches long, and their heads were 13 inches around.
Poor Wally. He can't tell them apart. If it wasn't for the A on Laura's hat and the Bon Jenna's, he would be so confused.
And the best part? I didn't tear! Whoo-hoo!
Once I was rolled to recovery, my Mom and Wally's parents came to meet their granddaughters. "Oh they are so precious!" Mary cooed, as Wally handed her Jenna. Mom rolled over to me, eager to see my youngest daughter
"Oh they are just so tiny!" My Mom gushed, stroking Jenna's chin. Jenna simply yawned, her eyes screwing shut.
Right now they're blonde with blue eyes, but since all babies are born with blue eyes, they'll change in a couple of weeks.
Everyone came to see the babies.
Everyone in the entire League (in civvies) stopped by to see us at the hospital at some point during the four days we were there.
"God they're adorable!" Zatanna cried. "Rob! Can we have one?" She begged. Poor Robin. He looked almost ill.
"Batman said I could do this, since these two already know." Robin said. What's he taking about? The next thing I knew, his shades were off.
Dick was Robin? Robin was Dick?
Then, it hit me. The words he told me on my first day at Gotham Academy. "We'll laugh about this some day."
Oh hell no! I'm notlaughing!
I made sure both of my daughters were safe before I ran after the little troll.
"Oh c'mon Artemis! Feel the aster!" He cackled, running away from me.
"I'm gonna shove some aster up your ass as soon as I catch you you little shit!" I roared.
All of the languages Artemis spoke in this chapter are French. All the languages she and Paula spoke before are Vietnamese. And unless I say otherwise, all the words that aren't spoken in English are spoken in Vietnamese.
Merde la tête- shit head
Putain- fucking
Pour l'amour de Dieu, sortir ces monstres- For the love of God, get these monsters out!