Vladè and Jace: adventures in Serbia 2

Marko's entrance

Jamal Murray,
Month 9, week 40,

Jamal was helping out with the three boys while Vladè and Jace were taking care of their little brother Gabo. Branislav is going to look after the boys. "So Papa Branislav, I'll be doing some chores today and make lunch for the boys," "That would be wonderful," Branislav replied, but insists that he will be taking care of the chores. "But you're in the 40 weeks of pregnancy darling, I'll take care of it," "Okay Papa," Jamal answers as he went to the Laundry room to do the laundry for the kids.

"Jamal, are you sure you want to do the laundry?" Roger looks at his 9 month pregnant son. "I'll be fine dad, I'll wait for the washer to finish up and then I can put them in the dryer and wait for 40 minutes," "Okay," He responded, being unaware that Jamal is going to be in labor. Jamal was dressed up in a 1900/1910 vintage house dress. In fact, it was clear to Jamal that he was doing chores during his 9 months of pregnancy. Next, he goes to the kitchen to put the dishes in the dishwasher and placed the Cascade pod inside the slot. "Jamal, dang! I didn't know you could do chores," His mother was surprised when she saw him doing the dishes. "I get it mom, but I'll just wait for the Laundry to be done," "Are you sure Jamal? You're going to give birth anytime soon," "Yes I'm sure Mom, I'll be fine," He answered when he walked back to the laundry room.

While unloading the clothes from the dryer, Jamal felt something under his belly. He carefully put the laundry basket on the floor and clutched his belly. Vladè was at the living room with Jace at the time when he heard a loud thud coming from the garage.

"Mama?" Vladè ran to the garage and went to his mother. Jamal began to hyperventilate. "Jamal?" His father went to him. "Jamal, what happened?" Roger knew what was going on.

Jamal Murray: Dad, I hate to say this but my water just broke.

Mr. Murray: What? Are you serious? Let me call Nikola

Jamal Murray: Okay please hurry!

Nikola went to Jamal. "Jamal Baby, are you okay?" "No Babe, the baby is coming," Jamal screamed his head off and starts hyperventilating. "Jamal, just breathe okay? Tata Roger will get the keys and start the car," His mother went to Jamal and tried her best to calm him down. "Mom, it hurts so bad," Jamal moaned. "I don't know if I can hold it any longer," "It's okay Jamal just lay down and breathe," She helped his son lie down on the couch while Roger and Nemanja helped them with the bags as Nikola walked to Jamal.

When they went to the car. "Babe, I don't want to give birth in the car," Jamal bit his lip. "It's unsanitary and I don't like being stuck in traffic," "Jamal it's okay, just hang on. I'm not going anywhere, you're sitting next to me," Nikola reassured him that everything was going to be alright. To ease Jamal's labor pains, Nikola instructs Jamal to breathe slowly and stay calm until their arrival to the hospital.

*Emergency room*
Sombor, Serbia
2:00pm,

"AARGGHHHHHHHHH!" Jamal screamed as he held his father's hand. "AAAHHHHHHHHH!!" He was bending his body back and forth, feeling the strong urge to push.

"That's it, keep pushing!" The doctor ordered. Jamal was panting hard while gripping a sheet of hospital blankets. His father, Roger was on the side rubbing him on the belly because he knew he was pushing. "Jamal, I'm here okay?" Roger strokes him on the hair trying to comfort him. "Tell me if it hurts," The doctors were hustling around with medical procedures and supplies. Some other doctors we're putting new pair of gloves and facemask. "Owww! Dad! Ow!" Jamal held on to the rails. "DAD! It hurts!"