Build. Destroy. Recreate.
Eighteen
I got Courtney into the car and got out my phone, calling the hospital to let them know I was bringing Courtney in to get a nurse to help me get her inside quickly so we can make sure Isabelle isn't coming yet. Courtney had two more weeks left before her due date, but her cramps were hurting her and were pretty constant.
I pulled into the hospital parking lot, getting as close to the doors as I could, and got out of the car once I killed the engine. I grabbed the hospital bag and slung it over my shoulder before I helped Courtney out of the car. I wrapped my right arm around her body, supporting her by her hip in case she gets a cramp on the walk to the door. Thankfully, Courtney made it to the door where a nurse was waiting for us.
"Let's get her into her room quickly so you can fill out her paper work before a doctor comes to see her," the nurse told me as she pushed Courtney into the hospital up to the maternity ward.
Once Courtney was dressed into a hospital gown and settled into the bed. I filled out the paperwork with Courtney and handed it to the nurse. Courtney looked scared, and I was too. Courtney could be in labor right now and we'd have Isabelle very soon. But I had no idea on when Isabelle would finally be born.
"Hello Miss Jones," the doctor chimed as he entered the room, "I'm Dr. Harper and I'll be looking after you today if we're delivering your baby."
"Is she in labor," I asked him.
"I have to check to see if she's started to dilate to a point that starts labor," he replied as he put gloves on to check Courtney.
"What's the verdict," Courtney asked, her worries making its way into her voice.
"Your at one centimeter, Courtney. You're in labor. Isabelle can be here in a matter of hours," he replied, "I will come to check on you every hour. If you need me sooner, page for a nurse to get me."
As Dr. Harper left, I went to Courtney's side and took her hand in mine. I was on edge. Isabelle was coming. She was early by two weeks, but I know she'll be alright. She has to be. She might be too excited to meet us.
It's been five hours and Courtney's only dilated to three centimeters since we got here. I had called my parents and hers to let them know Courtney was in labor and she could be in labor for several hours before we get start delivering Isabelle.
"Alex it hurts," Courtney cried as I held her, trying to keep her relaxed as her contractions made her go through pain.
"I know it hurts," I cooed to her, "But it will be worth it when we get to meet our little girl."
Soon it was midnight, Courtney was still not dilated enough yet. She was at seven centimeter, and the nurses decided to give Courtney an epidural now, hoping that it could speed up her labor so she'll be ready to push before dawn.
Courtney sat on the edge of her bed, hunched over as she held onto my wrists. She breathed slowly and shallowly as an anesthesiologist gave her the epidural. Once it was done, Courtney breathed out in relief and I felt her body relax. I laid her back into the bed and brushed some of her hair out of her face.
"I love you, Alex," she sighed happily. The drugs were getting to her good, "I wanted to tell you that before I start pushing Isabelle out. She'll make me say hateful things to you."
"I won't mind," I smiled and kissed her forehead, "I did get you pregnant so you have every right to scream at me and crush my hand. It'll be your revenge."
Soon it was nine in the morning and Courtney was finally ready to push. The doctor had to break her water shortly after her epidural, and that sped everything up. She didn't go into deliver when it was dawn, but she had gotten to this point now. That was all I was concerned about. I wanted labor to get going so Isabelle could be here and Courtney was free of her pain.
Push after push, scream after scream, Courtney worked hard to get Isabelle to arrive. After pushing for an hour, Isabelle Marie finally arrived, screaming at the top of her baby lungs. I was so happy and proud of Courtney. It was unreal, I was a dad now. I cut Isabelle's cord and she was placed onto Courtney's chest. Courtney was crying happily at seeing our beautiful little girl.
"Hi Isabelle," Courtney cooed before kissing his little forehead, "I'm your mommy. I'm so happy to meet you."
"Hi Isabelle," I joined Courtney in her joy, "I'm daddy. I'll keep you and mommy happy and safe. I love you so much and I only just met you."
I pulled into the hospital parking lot, getting as close to the doors as I could, and got out of the car once I killed the engine. I grabbed the hospital bag and slung it over my shoulder before I helped Courtney out of the car. I wrapped my right arm around her body, supporting her by her hip in case she gets a cramp on the walk to the door. Thankfully, Courtney made it to the door where a nurse was waiting for us.
"Let's get her into her room quickly so you can fill out her paper work before a doctor comes to see her," the nurse told me as she pushed Courtney into the hospital up to the maternity ward.
Once Courtney was dressed into a hospital gown and settled into the bed. I filled out the paperwork with Courtney and handed it to the nurse. Courtney looked scared, and I was too. Courtney could be in labor right now and we'd have Isabelle very soon. But I had no idea on when Isabelle would finally be born.
"Hello Miss Jones," the doctor chimed as he entered the room, "I'm Dr. Harper and I'll be looking after you today if we're delivering your baby."
"Is she in labor," I asked him.
"I have to check to see if she's started to dilate to a point that starts labor," he replied as he put gloves on to check Courtney.
"What's the verdict," Courtney asked, her worries making its way into her voice.
"Your at one centimeter, Courtney. You're in labor. Isabelle can be here in a matter of hours," he replied, "I will come to check on you every hour. If you need me sooner, page for a nurse to get me."
As Dr. Harper left, I went to Courtney's side and took her hand in mine. I was on edge. Isabelle was coming. She was early by two weeks, but I know she'll be alright. She has to be. She might be too excited to meet us.
It's been five hours and Courtney's only dilated to three centimeters since we got here. I had called my parents and hers to let them know Courtney was in labor and she could be in labor for several hours before we get start delivering Isabelle.
"Alex it hurts," Courtney cried as I held her, trying to keep her relaxed as her contractions made her go through pain.
"I know it hurts," I cooed to her, "But it will be worth it when we get to meet our little girl."
Soon it was midnight, Courtney was still not dilated enough yet. She was at seven centimeter, and the nurses decided to give Courtney an epidural now, hoping that it could speed up her labor so she'll be ready to push before dawn.
Courtney sat on the edge of her bed, hunched over as she held onto my wrists. She breathed slowly and shallowly as an anesthesiologist gave her the epidural. Once it was done, Courtney breathed out in relief and I felt her body relax. I laid her back into the bed and brushed some of her hair out of her face.
"I love you, Alex," she sighed happily. The drugs were getting to her good, "I wanted to tell you that before I start pushing Isabelle out. She'll make me say hateful things to you."
"I won't mind," I smiled and kissed her forehead, "I did get you pregnant so you have every right to scream at me and crush my hand. It'll be your revenge."
Soon it was nine in the morning and Courtney was finally ready to push. The doctor had to break her water shortly after her epidural, and that sped everything up. She didn't go into deliver when it was dawn, but she had gotten to this point now. That was all I was concerned about. I wanted labor to get going so Isabelle could be here and Courtney was free of her pain.
Push after push, scream after scream, Courtney worked hard to get Isabelle to arrive. After pushing for an hour, Isabelle Marie finally arrived, screaming at the top of her baby lungs. I was so happy and proud of Courtney. It was unreal, I was a dad now. I cut Isabelle's cord and she was placed onto Courtney's chest. Courtney was crying happily at seeing our beautiful little girl.
"Hi Isabelle," Courtney cooed before kissing his little forehead, "I'm your mommy. I'm so happy to meet you."
"Hi Isabelle," I joined Courtney in her joy, "I'm daddy. I'll keep you and mommy happy and safe. I love you so much and I only just met you."
10/18/13