Part Two of the story of Vi's Birth

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry I didn't publish this when I said I would! I feel so bad! :( :(  :(

Well, *sigh* here's part two. Sorry it's kinda short and a little boring. Part three won't be a month from now, I promise! ;P
Maybe in a week or two.


Well, enjoy.

The doorbell rang.

     I calmed myself down and hurried down the stairs. Mrs. Stephenson and Brooke were there. Brooke was wearing a white and gold Aeropostale shirt and pink shorts, and Mrs. Stephenson also was changed from her nice church clothes into something more casual. I opened the door for them. Mrs. Stephenson walked right in and clapped her hands excitedly. "Baby's coming?" she grinned.

     I nodded. "Yeah," I smiled. "My mom must've called you." I frowned. "I thought Kristi was coming?"

     Mrs. Stephenson shook her head. "No, she's at a family outing with Gabe and her brother. She can't come."

     I nodded and smiled again. "Ok."

     My mom walked down the stairs. "Hey Julie," she said wearily.

     Julie hugged her. "Hello, friend," she said cheerily. "You sound stressed out."

     Mom nodded. "I am. I can't believe I'm having this baby . . . now, of all times!!"

     Julie smiled sympathetically. "I know. Have you called Ryan?"

     Mom nodded again. "Yep. He's on his way."

     "Good. So, what are we gonna do know?"

     "I don't know. For starters, Lynne is on her way to babysit the kids while you bring me to the hospital."

     

                                                                    * * *

     Julie left to bring Brooke home, then returned after five to ten minutes. Meanwhile, I worked with my little brother Sammy on his schoolwork.

     "What's this letter?" I asked him, pointing to the letter 'o' on a piece of card stock.

     Sammy's eyebrows furrowed as he thought. "u?" he tried.

     I shook my head. "Nope. Close, though."

     "a?" Sammy tried again.

     I shook my head again. "No. It's an o."

    "Oh!" Sammy exclaimed, then giggled. "I said 'o'."

     I nodded and smiled. "Yep, you sure did."

     Suddenly Lynn came through the dining room door. "I'm here," she said in her high voice. "Your momma has to leave now!"

     I hugged Lynn. “I’m so glad you’re here,” I said. “I was getting nervous.”

     Lynn winked. “Well, I’m here now,” she said with her special smile. “Do you need help bringing stuff out to her car?”

    Julie interrupted. “Em and I will get it,” she said quickly with a small smile.  So Julie started to bring bags out to her car, while I helped her.

     "Are you nervous?" she asked me with a soft smile as she opened up the trunk of her white mini van.

     I shook my head. "Not really," I said as I handed her a bag. "But I do have butterflies in my stomach. I don't know why, though."

     Julie took another bag from me. "You're probably excited."

     "I am," I agreed. "I love it when Mom's getting ready to have a baby."

     "It is very thrilling," Julie said in agreement as she grabbed the last bag. "Well, we're done. Let's go get your Mom and Caleb."

                                                                    * * *

     On the way to the hospital, I thought of various things. It was hard to focus on one specific thing when my mind racing and heart pounding like a drum.

My thoughts turned to my small conversation with Mrs. Stephenson. Are you nervous? She had asked. I thought back to my answer. Not really, I had replied. I just have butterflies in my stomach.

     That might’ve been true then, but it wasn’t now as Mrs. Stephenson pulled into the Emergency Entrance at Providence Park Hospital.

     Mom exhaled slowly.

     I reached up to the front seat and grabbed her hand. She squeezed it.

     “Of coarse, there are no parking spots available,” Julie said in exasperation, looking sympathetically at my mom. “We won’t be very near to the Hospital entrance.”

       My mom nodded. “That’s ok. Contractions haven’t started yet.”

“Good. Oh, look-y there. A parking space. Thank you, God.”

     We parked and got out of the car. My brother Caleb had been strangely silent. I nudged him gently. “Hey, you ok?”

     Caleb looked up at me, his green-blue eyes wide. “What? Oh, yeah. S—sure.” Mumbling something that I couldn’t hear, he walked to the trunk and grabbed a bag. I rolled my eyes.

    Really. Boys!

    I grabbed a bag as well and followed Julie and my mom inside.

    Once we got into the ER, we discovered that it was very chaotic.  An older man with a forked beard wiped his forehead when we came through the door. “Please sit down, ma’am,” he said. “I’ll get your name in a moment.”

     With her being pregnant n’ all, my Mom should’ve been a top priority. But since she wasn’t having contractions, she followed the man’s instructions and took a seat.

     Everybody else in the ER that weren’t in major pain noticed that my Mom was pregnant and looked at her with puzzled expressions.

     Finally, the man asked my mom what her name was and why she came to the ER.

     Trying to assume a straight face, my mom said, “My name is Amanda Bigelow . . . and I’m here because my water broke.”

     The man stared at us for literally five seconds before he snapped out of his shocked daze. “O—oh!” he exclaimed suddenly. “You need to get a room! I—I need to get you a wheel chair!”

     Everyone in the waiting room laughed along with Mom, Julie, Caleb, and me.

     The man hurriedly pushed a wheel chair towards my mom and she sat down in it, holding her bag in her lap.

     “Here you go,” he said sheepishly.

     A nurse in purple with a cute apron took the wheel chair from him and began pushing Mom out the ER door into the actual hospital. I tried to avert my eyes from a middle-aged teen in a wheel chair, who cradled her head in her hands and sobbed. She was obviously in pain.

     I felt sorry for her, but right now I couldn’t focus my entire mind on it.

     My anxiousness grew as the nurse brought mom to a stop in front of an elevator. “Here we go,” the nurse said, turning her around and backing her in. We followed her in as the nurse punched several buttons.

     Mrs. Stephenson leaned down to whisper in my ear. “I’m trying to remember everywhere to go if we need something from the car,” she grinned. “This hospital is a maze!”

     I smiled hesitantly. Again, my thoughts turned over to my previous conversation with Mrs. Stephenson.

     Now I was so nervous, I could throw up.

But why?