Chloe
I WOKE UP AND REALIZED I wasn’t in bed alone. It had been a while since I shared my bed with a man. I looked at Bas and realized whoever gets him, is getting a good man.
I needed to pee. I just knew I was headed to the hospital yesterday, but things settled down and I felt a lot better. I pulled the comforter back and everything was wet. I must have peed in my sleep. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and tried to get up. “HOLY CRAP!”
Bas jumped up. “What’s wrong?”
“IT HURTS!”
He jumped out of bed and ran around to my side. “What’s wrong?” he asked again.
“I think my water broke.” I looked up and started laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
“You have bed head.”
He grabbed his head. “I’m glad I can make you laugh.” He brushed his jaw. “Okay, what do we do?”
“Here,” I handed him my phone. “Call my doctor and he’ll be here in twenty minutes.”
“Do we have twenty minutes?”
“CRAP! CRAP! CRAP! JUST CALL HIM!” He pressed the number and put it on speaker.
“Hello.” The groggy, deep voice answered.
“Dr. Jameson, it’s Chloe Jacobs. I think my water broke.”
“Where are you?”
“My parents’ house.”
“Are you alone?”
“No, my friend Bas is here with me.”
“Put him on the phone.”
“Hello doctor.”
“Has her water broken?”
“She woke up and everything was wet. Before we called you she had a couple of sharp pains.”
“Okay.”
“Yesterday, she was complaining of pains.”
“Those were probably early contractions. When was the last sharp pain?” he asked.
“Right before you picked up.”
“CRAP! WHAT THE…”
“Can you get her to the hospital?”
“When?”
“I’m leaving now, and I’ll meet you at Cedar’s. She’s already pre-admitted. Bye.”
I placed the phone on the bedside chest. “You heard him. We need to go.”
“I’m not going anywhere until I brush my teeth and run a comb through my hair.”
“Are you serious?”
“Have you looked at yourself?” I teased.
“Bas,” I grabbed his hand. “There’s something I need you to know.”
“What?”
“I asked for the good drugs.” He started laughing. “This isn’t funny. I’m serious. There’s no way I’m delivering this big head baby without the good drugs.”
“A big head? What makes you think…”
“You saw Orlando. I’m pretty sure my son has that head. WHAT THE CRAP!” I squeezed his hand. “WHAT THE CRAP!”
“What’s with all the yelling?” Dr. Jameson asked as he walked into my room. “The nurses are out there drawing straws to see who has to come in here and help me.”
“Not funny, doctor.”
“So, how are we doing?” Dr. Jameson asked.
“WHERE ARE MY DRUGS?” I demanded.
“Let me see what’s going on first.” He walked to the front of the bed, placed my feet in the stirrups, pulled the sheet back and went on his little exploration. “Oh my.”
“OH MY. WHAT THE CRAP!” He lowered my feet and pulled the sheet back down. Then he read my chart and the baby’s heart rate monitor. “WHERE ARE MY DRUGS?” I demanded again.
“Where’s your mother?” he asked.
“She’s on her way. She and Daddy went to…WHAT THE CRAP!”
“They’re on their way from Napa. I called them after we hung up with you,” Bas replied.
“Is he your birthing coach?”
“No. My birthing coach is out of town.”
He turned to Bas. “We need to get you ready.”
“For what?”
“From the looks of things, unless her coach is around the corner, she’s going to need your help.”
“What! I don’t know nothing…”
“I hear it all the time. You don’t know nothin’ ‘bout birthing babies. It’s a good thing I do. I need you to help her.” All the color drained from Bas’ face. “Son, now is not the time for you to panic.”
Bas grabbed his knees and started breathing hard. “Where are the good drugs?” he asked.
“You’ll be fine.”
“Not for me. For her. There’s no way I can do this without her being on drugs.”
“Come with me, and we’ll get you changed.” He followed the doctor to the sitting area of my suite. I tried to hear their conversation, but I couldn’t.. A few seconds later I heard the door close.
“BAS!…BAS!…BAS!”