Finding a dandelion in the snow

Chapter 8: Birth

Chapter 8

Katniss P.O.V.

So Peeta was sleeping over, and we get a call in the middle of the night. It was his brother, Tim. Telling us that Sam and Kathy is on their way to the hospital. Kathy is having the baby.

Of course he fly out of bed to get dressed and get down to the hospital.

We take my car and head down, only when we arrive we find our that Sam and Kathy hasn't arrived yet. We wait for five minutes and then they show up, Kathy with a pretzel in her hand.

"How the fuck did we beat you here? Aren't you the once having a baby?" Peeta asks.

"Kathy just had to have a pretzel, she almost tore my eye out when I said that we didn't have time to get pretzels right now", Sam sighs, clearly annoyed and tired but still alert and jumpy.

I just burst out laughing. Kathy is in labour, but she sure as hell was gonna have that pretzel, even if it meant her delivering on the street. Ever since she was third month of her pregnancy she would cut the hands off anyone who tried to take a pretzel from her. Pregnant woman's cravings, are not something to be taken lightly. It's life and death business.

Sam gives me the stink eye and sighs. Tim suddenly shows you with their mother. I guess that their father is home with his sister and her kids, whisper very likely asleep right now.

I return Sam's stink eye with a sly glance.

"Well I've got my pretzel, I'm all ready to have this baby", Kathy says.

Kathy is sitting in a wheelchair. Sam ran it here in panic but she seems calm enough. Like this isn't a big deal. She's got her pajamas on, and her hair is up in a messy bun, which I assume she slept in before her water broke. Her big green eyes doesn't even look tired or in pain, which she probably is, but she looks excited.

Kathy is not only beautiful but she's fearless and freaking awesome.

They take Kathy to a room, only Sam can go with right now. A nurse told us which waiting room to be in and so the rest of us went there. Peeta got me some hot chocolate and coffee for himself.

There's always someone which questions me for drinking hot chocolate. Like "shouldn't you drink coffe" or "Isn't hot chocolate for kids?" Hell to the no! No one is ever too old for hot chocolate, and if I don't like coffee, I don't have to drink it. I mean I do like coffee, but I don't think people should just assume that everyone likes coffee.

I wonder what it's like to give birth. I mean yeah, obviously it's painful, like very, but maybe there's something there anyway. Despite the pain. Like, it was to be... I don't know how to explain myself, I just, a bond of some sort, the mother, father and the baby share that bond.

All around us, we heat women scream. They scream so loud, so much. It makes a cold appear in my stomach. The pain has to be unbearable. But yet the pain has to be what makes it feel real, and holding the baby must be what makes it feel worth all the pain.

"They're really screaming their heads off", Peeta says. "It makes it crawl under my skin".

"Well it's childbirth", I giggle. "It's not very pleasant, it hurts, a lot".

"Yeah I know but it sounds like they're dying", Peeta says.

"Sometimes that happens", I say. "A mother dying in childbirth I mean".

Peeta's eyes widen in horror.

"You're serious? Even with doctors around?" He asks.

"Yes, sometimes from blood loss or some other reason", I say. "Childbirth is a complicated business, some girls tear really badly as well and has to be stitched together, and others have to get cessation".