Love Needs Expression (PART TWO) 1980's

Chapter 29

The moment I was feeling the preparation of pain happened while I was having dinner with Janet and Katherine. Labor was kicking in and I could help but scream because it was a suffer in sharp pain. I clenched my hands on the table breathing heavily as Katherine tried to help me get up from the table into the car. " Take a deep breath everythings gonna be fine!" Katherine would calm me.
Michael, where are you?!" Janet yelled across the phone as Katherine drove and I was in the backseat moaning.
" I'm trying to get there in time...what happened?!"
" Your wife's in labor," she chimed, " And you better get your ass down here Michael--I dont think she cant do this you!"
" Janet its not a time argue!" he could hear me crying in the backround. " Oh God...."
" Yeah--a lot more fret and stress over here, Michael!"
" I will be there. I will, I will! I'm not missing my baby girl!" After the talk Janet hung up the phone. By that time Katherine found the nearest hospital and parked, and patiently helped me inside where I was quickly put in a wheelchair and rolled to the open hospital bedroom.
For hours I was in pain wondering where Michael was, and it was decided to get an epidural even though I have trypanophobia.
Janet was waiting in the lobby. The doctor and Katherine were talking from outside the room.
In unbelievable pain I was sitting upon the bed, praying to dear God that I would go through this. I couldn't imagine myself sitting by myself, in pain, delivering my baby with no partner by my side; no hand to squeeze, no voice to guide her through the birth. But, think of Michael one of the busiest entertainers of all time taking his extra career time to home support me through our child. Just the fact that he begged his managers to get a ticket from Denver to Santa Barbara for just three days was amazing. He knew what I needed and wasn't going to put it aside. I cherish his kindness and affection towards myself and others, and I trust him with my life. I just pray that he'll be able to experience something that all fathers inherit.

My heart just melted when I heard a familiar voice calling. And someone's loud footsteps tumbled right into my hospital room.
That moment when I looked over my shoulder and saw Michael it was priceless. I smiled at him, but I he wasn't looking at me, he was gazing in shock of the large needle about to slip into my back.
"Hey, Jennifer," he said with a soft voice, gripping my sweaty palms as that needle was pushed into my back, my body shook from shock that moment, " I'm here..I'm right here.
I swallowed a tear and took a deep breath. Beneath me was Michael smiling at me rubbing his thumb on my hands, " I told you."
" Michael, I-I'm........scared." I whispered biting my lip, bearing the needle.
" Its alright, Jeni. I know you can do this..even without me. You are a brave woman...." Through those last hours of pushing, screaming, crying, and pure pressure--It wasn't such a challege with Michael holding your hand so you have something to squeeze and coaching you on. It couldn't have been a better experience of childbirth.
And once we both heard the crying, we immediatley cried too.

And of course on March 18, 1988, Christina Katherine Jackson was born into the family.