Chummy was kneeling down with her elbows on the bed baby was progressing fast and she was in an almost unbearable pain state, no one could reach her. Trixie tried talking to her and so did Cynthia but she was in a far off land. "Peter? She has shut us out and she needs to slow herself down." Trixie said, her tone was almost scarce and silent. "I know what to do." He said, as he made his way to their room. Peter took off his shoes and jacket and sat on the floor behind her, he pulled her back to him and she was still shutting people out almost not responsive.
Peter began to sing to his wife, and she fell back into him letting herself slow down and relax.
"You are my special angel, though eternity. I'll have my special angel, here to watch over me.
The smile from your lips brings the summer sunshine, the tears from your eyes bring the rain.
I feel your touch, your warm embrace and I'm in heaven again."
Peter sat with Chummy like this for over an hour humming and singing to her, when he stopped she would tense up and let fear run her down.
Upstairs Shelagh was almost ready to push, She had asked for a half dose of Pethidine just to take the edge off. Shelagh was now scared and crying. "Mum, I want Patrick! Even if he has to sit behind me, I want Patrick!" She cried.
"As you wish, my dear girl." Sister said, holding her hand as another pain ripped through her spine.
"Shh, I'm here, darling. No need to upset, I know you want to push, but not quite yet." Patrick said, wiping away her tears and bringing her back to earth.
"Don't leave me!" She said, gripping his as if she was falling off a cliff.
"As long as I am allowed I will stay, promise." He gave her a kiss on her cheek and in came Trixie. "Doctor Turner, we need you!" Patrick looked at Shelagh who knew he needed to go, She let go of his hand and pushed him away. "It's okay Patrick. Lord, let her be okay!" Shelagh said, taking Sister Julienne's hand as the two of them said a prayer.
"What's wrong Trixie?" He said, as they rushed downstairs.
"Prolapsed cord." She said, as her face dropped.
Sister Evangelina had Chummy on all fours trying to relieve the pressure on the baby.
"Heartbeat is slow Doctor." Sister Evangelina added.
He gowned and gloved up and began what needed to be done.
"Okay Chummy I am going to push on your baby's head, I need you to keep calm and don't push okay?" Chummy shook her head, not able to talk from the pain.
"One"
"Two"
"Three"
"The cord slipped back!" Patrick said, with joy in his tone.
"Baby's heartbeat is normal again, thank you Patrick!"
Patrick rushed back to his wife who was now ready to push.
"Alright, now on the next pain I want you to give me little pushes Shelagh." Cynthia said.
Shelagh for the first time, let out an almighty scream, she almost broke Patricks hand too.
"Little pushes. Little pushes! I can see the baby's head Shelagh."
Shelagh couldn't help but scream, "Oh My Gosh! She's got my hips!"
Everyone in the room was holding back their laughter, and tears too.
The atmosphere in the room changed so fast and Shelagh forgot everything when she heard that little scream of her newborn.
"Shelagh it's a girl!" Cynthia cried, tears of joy came from all of them.
Cynthia handed the baby to Sister Julienne who was sitting next to her on the bed, she grabbed a pinard and began to listen to baby's heartbeat, what she heard made her face drop in fear.
"Shelagh baby's heart beat is slow, I need you to push now with every bit of might you have.''
"My baby!?" Shelagh began to panic.
"Push Shelagh!"
The whole room was in shock when the baby came out silently, Shelagh buried her head into Patrick. "There is a knot in the cord." Cynthia said, rubbing the baby's back trying to bring the little boy out of shock. The Turners knew… Shelagh began to wail, as if she had been stabbed in the chest.
"This is in the Lord's hands now my dear." Sister Julienne said, as her voice cracked with pain.
Out of no where a scream of the new little boy came! "My baby!" Shelagh cried, her face pained with concern. "I need to hold my baby!" Cynthia handed, the baby to her being ever to careful.
"It's a little boy." Cynthia said, in an ever so soft tone as she watched her now cradle both of her children. "Is Chummy okay?" Shelagh asked, completely forgetting about her friend.
"I will check on her, just for you." Cynthia said, giving her a wink and walking out now that her work was done.
Cynthia walked downstairs and into Chummy's room.
"How is she?" She asked.
"Almost ready, Peter has sat with her for nearly two hour humming or singing their song. She shut everyone out." Sister Evangelina said.
"Oh dear." Cynthia said, seeing any of her friends in pain or upset always brought out the sappy side of her.
"Alright sweetie, now next pain you give it your all." Trixie said, in a loving but stern tone.
"Baby is in quite a hurry now! Come on, you can do it!"
"Slow down now, pant for me. Good, really good!."
Their room was filled with screaming. "Chummy it's a boy!" Chummy burst into tears, and so did Peter. She handed the baby to Sister Evangelina and began to work again.
"Okay Chummy once again, give me all your might!"
"It's a girl! You have a daughter Chummy!" Trixie said trying to wipe away her tears.
"It really doesn't get easier, but you two were so worth it!" Chummy said, holding her new babies in her arms, Peter wrapped around the three of them basking in the awe of having three children. "Only one thing that's missing!" Peter ran out of the room and picked up his son and came back. "Now we are complete." He said as little Freddie snuggled up on his shoulder.
"Have you picked names yet?" Trixie asked.
"Yes, but we are waiting till tonight to tell, that is the four of us." Chummy said, winking at her.
The day had turned to evening and they all sat in the sitting room with their little ones, friends and family around them.
"Turners you first!" Peter said.
"Oh, alright!"
"Every one we would like you to meet… Cammie Ruth Turner and Finley Paul Turner."
"We named Finley Paul after our fathers." Patrick said.
"And Cammie Ruth after my sister and my mother." Shelagh said, as she looked at Camilla and Sister Julienne.
"Chummy, Peter what names did you choose?" Cynthia asked.
"We chose, Rose Beatrix Noakes after Peters mother and Trixie." Chummy said, looking at the little girl in her arms.
"And Philip David Noakes after my and Camilla's brothers who didn't come home from the war."
Peter said, looking down at his new son with tear filled eyes.
"Those are beautiful names!" Sister Monica Joan said, Holding Angela on her lap.
"May I?" Trixie asked, Chummy nodded and handed the girl over.
"Hello Rose, I'm your Auntie Beatrix and it's an honor to share my name with you. I will always love you, and your brother too. But remember you have a family around you that will keep you safe, love you, carry you and protect you. Don't ever forget that, okay sweetie?" Trixie's eyes filled with tears as she snuggled the newborn close to her
"It has been a rather eventful day, wouldn't you say?" Sister Julienne asked.
The crowd agreed and laughed quietly, for fear of walking the babies.
They laughed and ate dinner and left the new parents to themselves until the next day when the nurses would come for checks.