The Dance We Shared

17

"Big, Big Push!" The doctor demands.

"You've got this Angel, come on." Lindsey caresses her hand and kisses her forehead.

"No it hurts so BAD! I CAN'T PUSH ANYMORE." She states shifting uncomfortably. There was a mirror in the room and they could clearly see that the baby's head was stretching her opening to no end and the doctor was swiping his fingers under the head. Stevie had a really intense urge to bear down but she couldn't get herself to do it and it felt like her opening was burning as the baby's head forced it's way through. 

"Come on baby, yes you can, you can see the head, it's right there Angel, you've got this. Only a couple more times. 

Stevie just takes a deep breath and she pushes a scratchy, scream coming out of her mouth, and then they hear a very loud very strong cry. 

"IT'S A BOY! June 18, 1998, at nine-thirty two in the morning. Congratulations mommy and daddy." The doctor smiles placing the screaming baby onto Stevie's bare chest, the hospital gown quickly disappeared while she was pushing because it was pissing her off and at that point, there were so many people looking at her vagina she figured the breasts didn't matter. 

"A boy? It's a boy! I have a son!" Lindsey cheers as Stevie just cries happily as they hand her a towel and she starts cleaning off her baby boy. 

"We have a baby boy Lindsey." Stevie sniffles.

"Yeah we do, are you happy?" He asks kissing her head.

"Yeah, I'm happy. I just can't believe it." Stevie shakes her head.

"What?" Lindsey asks.

"That, ten hours ago I was coming off stage, and now..." She motions to their baby who is still crying and being cleaned off on her chest. 

"You had to have been in labor at your concert." He laughs.

"Daddy do you want to cut the cord?" The doctor questions handing Lindsey a pair of scissors.

"Of course." Lindsey smiles.

It was then that Stevie turned her attention to her son who was still screaming on her chest.

"Oh I know, Hi it's so nice to finally meet you." She talks to him and just like that his crying soothes and he looks up at her with big blue eyes.

"You look so much like your daddy, yeah you do." Stevie shifts him up a little bit to give him a kiss on the head, and that's where she held him for a minute, against her lips. 

"Alright Momma, we need to take him and get a weight on him and we need to get you cleaned up but we'll bring him right back." The nurse tells her. 

Reluctantly Stevie gives him up and then she looks at Lindsey. "Go with him." 

They weigh him in the room and they tell Stevie's he's seven pounds five ounces and then as the doctors clean her up, she thanked the heavens above that she didn't need stitches and, then she laid back and she started thinking about what she could call her son.

***

"Mr. Buckingham, I'll roll the crib if you want to carry him back to your room." A nurse handed him the baby.

"Alright, Hey son...you look like me, you've got my blue eyes if they stay that way your mom is going to be so thrilled I just know it," Lindsey whispers as he carries him to the room. 

When they press in the lights are off, she's laying on her back, the blankets pulled up to her chest a clear indication that she was still naked under the covers, but her travel blanket, that stupid old plaid thing from the seventies was draped over her shoulders, and Stevie's heart monitor is beeping, but other than that it's dead silent and he can see her sleeping peacefully. Thinking about it, it makes sense because pushing a baby out is hard work but she had most likely been up for almost twenty-four hours. But he was just thankful that she didn't give birth on the plane where she no doubt, spent most of her labor.