She Had Me From Hello

Chapter Eight

Maya is now nine months and I've been on pins and needles waiting for the phone call that she's in labor. I'm in my class taking a test, when my phone goes off in my ear. I answer it while putting my things in my bag.

"Bambina, è ora?" chiedo. "Sì, mi si sono rotte le acque."
"Sei stata in travaglio tutta la mattina?" chiedo. "Forse. Volevo aspettare che mi si rompessero le acque per chiamarti."
"Okay, ti perdono."

I switch back to english.

"I'm sorry Professor Lawson, my fiancée's in labor. I have to step out. My test is finished though." "It's okay. Go, you're about to be a parent. Send me pictures when they're born." "Will do," I reply. I hand her my test and run out the door. I run down the stairs, out the door and across the quad. I round the café and straight into my building. I run up to my room and immediately close and lock the door. About five minutes later, the paramedics arrive to Maya and I start talking.

"What do we have?" the EMT asks.
"Eighteen year old female. Nine months pregnant. Went into labor early this morning. Water broke about twenty minutes ago," I say before her professor interrupts.
"BP, one thirty-five over eighty-five, pulse ninety-three. She's ten centimeters dilated and contractions are every two minutes." Maya yells, interrupting us. "Carina, I swear on all that is holy. You are never coming near my vagina again."
"I think the baby is coming, guys," I tell the EMTs. The EMT checks.
"You're the girlfriend," she asks.
"Yes," I say.
"Your girlfriend is right. I can feel the head. You can start pushing on the next contraction."

It only takes five minutes or so of pushing and at ten in the morning Seattle time, which is seven in the evening Italy time, our baby girl, Ryan Isabella is born. They load them up into the ambulance and take them over to Seattle Grace Hospital.

Once at the hospital, they take them to the maternity ward and into a room. They examine Maya and find everything is okay. They then examine Ryan. She's six pounds, ten ounces and twenty-two inches long. She's got blonde hair and brown eyes. Her blood pressure is ninety-two over fifty-eight. She's a very healthy newborn baby girl.

"She looks just like you, but with my eyes," I say. "I see us both," Maya answers. "Babe, give the baby to the nurse so she can put her in her bed and take a nap. I can tell you're exhausted. You can call back when you wake up. Okay?" "Okay. I love you." "I love you both." We hang up and I get ready for bed and lay down. By eight-thirty, I'm asleep.