What's Done is Done

Chapter 23

The C-section wasn't as painful as natural childbirth. Actually, it wasn't painful at all. All Dr. Heathers did was numb me so I wouldn't feel the pain of her cutting my stomach open and reaching into my uterus to grab my son. (So gross when I think about it...)

I was awake during the procedure; I saw everything with my own eyes, and it was really cool, needless to say...I could hear and see him come out. 

Forty minutes later, a beautiful baby boy with a bald head, a red, blotchy, and scrunched up face yet adorable face, hazel eyes, and not quite as loud of a scream is born.

The same nurse carries and takes him away to the nursery.

I'm crying right now; tears of pure joy and pure happiness and pure amazement are streaming down my hot and sweaty cheeks. 

"I'm officially a mommy!" I exclaim, smiling and crying.

Brandon, who has been right by side during the entire time, smiles and cries too. "Congratulations, Allison Christine Barry."

I turn around and look at him. "Thanks, Brandon Alexander Waterson."

We kiss briefly because the doctor is still right here in front of us.

"Why don't you take a nap, m'kay?" Suggests Dr. Heathers.

I shake my head in disagreement. "No. I wanna see my babies."

"Honey, you've endured two births for almost three hours today. You must be exhausted."

I frown. But I have to admit that Dr. Heathers has a good point. I am exhausted. My entire body aches especially my now somewhat flatter and smaller stomach and crotch. I'm sweating excessively particularly my face and hands and armpits.

I'm not feeling the greatest, to the say the least.

"Okay, fine, I'll take a nap," I give in with a heavy sigh. "But a short one! Brandon, wake me up in an hour or an hour and a half at most, m'kay?"

"Sure, I'll be more than happy to," Brandon agrees, still smiling but has stopped crying. 

"Thank you, Allison," Dr. Heathers says to me appreciatively.

"You're welcome, and thank you for helping me give birth to my beautiful, beautiful babies."

"No problem, Allison."

She leaves the room, and Brandon and I are finally alone.

I look at the time. 2:45. Wow, I really have been in the hospital for almost three hours...

I yawn sleepily. Brandon pushes the reclining bed downwards. I pull the blanket over me and softly rest my head on the pillow. The last words I speak before falling asleep is: "I love you, Brandon, and good 'night'."