I am not done [Completed]

It's time part 1

Kit's POV

I'm getting to the point where I should panic.

And I actually am panicking.

I'm on the week 34. Which is 8 months and 2 weeks.

Yea I know that pregnancy lasts 9 months, but I read that the first labor usually doesn't follow that pattern. Usually the first childbirth comes later, or earlier than that 9 months. 

And because I'm a guy, the space where they are growing is smaller, and the fact that there are two boy babies in that small space, they will most likely born earlier. They will be really small and powerless because of this. I'm not even sure will they manage to stay alive. 

Also what is stressing me out, is the c-section. At first it didn't concern me, Ming was the worrywart, and he still is, but now I'm worried too. We went into one of those birthing class thingies, it was for women, of course, but they showed us a video about 'normal' birth, and c-section birth.

I had to keep Ming steady because he almost fainted. Not because of the blood or the session itself, but he imagined the pain on me. And so did I. It's true that my pain threshold is higher than most peoples', but I won't deny that it will hurt like hell.

The woman that kept the meeting told that we have nothing to worry because the doctors will pump our bodies full of different kinds of drugs, but that thought doesn't really help at all. I have a bad past with medicine, and I would not like to go through something like that ever again. 

But, the thought that compared to the fact that we will have two incredibly sweet and awesome sons, the birth doesn't concern me all that much anymore. 

I'm stressed yes, but nor afraid. Panicking maybe, but not to the point that anyone should be worried.

Ming knows about the possible early birth, and I can see that he is in a state of shock, almost 90% of the day. He keeps gazing me all the time and offers to do almost everything. 

But this one thing is where I don't let him do on his own, and that is the baby stuff buying. 

I wanna be a big part of what our sons will wear, and I wanna decide what kind of feeding bottles they will use. Let's just admit that my taste in these kinds of things is better than Ming's. It's not that I don't trust his substitute milk choices, but I don't. 

I know that money isn't a problem for us, since he and his family are rich, but geeez, Ming, you can't just buy the most expensive things you can find. He said that he wants just the best of them, and I agree, but money doesn't grow on trees. I know that bills are made of paper and paper is made of wood, but that's not the point. I know that they have the cash, but I don't want them to sponsor everything our babies will use. 

And Ming's parents agree with me on this. They don't want our babies to live that arrogant rich life that will eventually make them haughty, and that will make them the school jackasses. 

So I will go with Ming to buy stuff. We have almost everything we need. The baby book beginning is started and is running fine. We have the basics, like bottles, teethers, diapers and all that. All we need anymore, is the baby stroller(s). 

We are not actually sure that will we buy one stroller, with two places;

Or two with one seat only;

I think that maybe we need both. At least one one seater, and one two seater. I think that would be a great choice of logic. 

Ming agreed to this, and first time in a really long time, I let him go pick them up on his own. 

Yeah, you're right, no I didn't. We bought them online and Ming is getting the, from the post office right now. I wanted to stay at home because I was quite tired. 

But even if I was tired, I couldn't sleep. The two little kickers are keeping me awake, like non stop kicking. And when they manage to kick the bladder, I really cannot be in public when that happens. 

Because I can't sleep, I decided to re-style our living room. Change some of the places of the furniture. I do this quite often so I know Ming won't mind.  

As I am pushing the sofa, I felt like someone would have threw a water balloon at me, and aiming it to my legs. My crotch to be exact. I tried to look what the heck was that, since I knew no one would've threw a water balloon at me.

There indeed was a water puddle under me. And my shorts were wet. Isn't that just nice :)

At first I thought that one of the kickers bulls eyed by hitting my bladder, again. But I didn't feel a kick. 

I looked at the puddle for a while, until I remember something that I read. Amniotic fluid. I've read about it. I didn't know that men could have something like that, but I guess I was wrong about that. I know that after the water has broke, you can wait calmly at least 12 hours, but that was not the case with me.

I literally jumped to the phone and called an ambulance. 

I can't be giving a birth right now! That is just not gonna happen!

In that commotion, I forgot to inform Ming. 

I remembered him only when I was already in the ambulance. The workers in the ambulance told me to relax and told me that I have nothing to worry about, so I calmed down, which is really good apparently. 

I asked for the ambulance people for a phone. They gladly gave me one.

Thank Buddha I know his number by heart.

- "Mingkwan Deichapanya speaking." He answered.

- "It's me, I'm in an ambulance, going to the hospital, it's nothing to wor-" 

- "What?! Why, what happened?"

- "I'm okay, my water just broke."

- "Huh? Now?! Okay okay, I will be there as fast as possible!"

- "No hurry, Ming, rela-."

He cut me off. I knew something like this would happen. He probably just yelled inside the post office and scared a few elderly people to death.

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