A Magic Time

Chapter:38

I'm seven months pregnant and we are going to see the guys at the Detroit show. I'm barely showing with my baby bump and should be showing more than what I am now. It's mostly because of my abdominal muscles and how taunt they are. Christian can now barely feel any kicks or movement our baby makes.

I've had this weird feeling all day long and I can't get over it. Vinny is letting us stay at his place for the night while we are in town to see them. I finally had to tell Christian that something was not right. He had me lay back on the bed. "That doesn't feel like it should angel." He said as I laid back on the bed. "Why?" I asked. "It feels like a head." He said.

"Then we need to get to the hospital now." I told him. He fixed my pants before helping me to my feet. "I hope it's not premature labor." I said. "Same here." He said. We got to the hospital and had to explain the situation. The nurse behind the counter did not think I was pregnant at all. Another came up and asked what the problem was, I flat out told her that the nurse was not helping and that I was twenty six weeks pregnant and that the baby had dropped down and was possibly coming out.

She did more by wanting to do an examination. I was willing to be examined to know what was going on with the baby. It felt weird to have someone else's finger up there. "The head is peaking. You are in labor. We can not do anything to stop it now." She said. Perfect. They had to call the doctor in, and had to scramble to get everything for our baby.

Christian kissed the back of my hand. I squeezed his hand. I could feel something moving through the area. I was just going to have to let it come out. I relaxed back and could feel more coming. A doctor entered the room. "I do have a few questions." "I'll answer the ones I can." Christian told him. "Any sex in the past twenty four hours?" He asked as he started to examine what was going on.

"No. Not for a week at least." Christian answered. "Protected?" The doctor asked. "Yes." Christian said. Just me breathing was moving it. I could barely feel any pressure just going with it. "Going to have to start pushing." The doctor said. "There's no time for pain meds." A nurse said.

Screw pain meds. I'll try this without them. I may not have gotten huge, but there's always more pregnancies and children we can have. I started pushing when given the ok. After about fifteen minutes our son was out, cleaned up and little over a foot long. He weighed less than two pounds. He was transferred to the NICU for more treatment and having to live in an incubator for several weeks.

"You did good baby." Christian said as he hugged me. "He's healthy. We just need to wait for him to grow a bit more." He said.

Time lapse

It's been two weeks since our son has been born. Christian's mom came to Detroit to see her newest grandson. The guys did come by to congratulate us on the new addition. The nurses and doctors have been watching and checking over him as we waited until our son could come home. A few things we get to do is shop for clothes and blankets.

At the moment I'm with our son letting him suck on a bottle. It's breast milk that I will feed him in a bottle. Christian is out right now getting a car seat that we need for our son. They are refusing to let him go home without a proper car seat. At the moment our son weighs nearly three pounds. Every time he eats, he gains weight. They said by the end of this week he should be able to go home.

His grandmother said that's how Christian was when he was born, gaining weight like crazy and running a high metabolism after hitting six months. Dustin finished the bottle as I spotted Christian coming over. He got to sit down next to me and hold our boy. Dustin nearly fit completely in his father's hands. I took a picture of them both. Then we had to get him back in the incubator.

We went for lunch somewhere in Detroit before we made a quick trip to Vincent's place that he let us borrow while here. I had to drain my breasts of their milk before sticking it in the fridge. "I can't wait to go home." I said. Christian motioned me over to him. When I was within arms distance he pulled me onto his lap.

"One more week angel. He's off the feeding tube and can take a bottle. He's gaining weight like it's nothing. We're so close angel." He said. I wrapped my arms around him. "We'll be able to go home soon." He said. Our son is nearly thirty weeks old. "Come on, he's going to need his two o'clock bottle soon." He said. I nodded before getting up.