Page 90 of The Baby Twist
Just as I was ready to yell obscenities at him, a group of people walked into the room—a group of ten, to be exact. The first five introduced themselves and told me they were the team for Baby A, and the other five were for Baby B.
“Hello, Thorne family.” Dr. Lewis smiled. “You just couldn’t wait a few more hours, eh?”
“The babies want out. Like little prisoners who want out of jail.”
Dr. Lewis laughed as she placed her hand on mine. She looked at the fetal monitor and then at her watch.
“How important is it that your babies are born on your husband’s birthday?” she asked me.
“Very important.”
“No, Jenna. It doesn’t matter. I hate seeing you in so much pain. Just get the babies out now, Dr. Lewis.”
“NO!” I shouted. “These babies are going to be born on your birthday.”
“We have one hour until midnight. It'll be close by the time I get you prepped, and we get the epidural in you. As long as the twin’s heart rates don’t take a dip and they don’t show any signs of distress, I can wait to cut you open at midnight. Sound like a plan?”
“Yes.” I nodded.
“All right, folks, let’s get Mrs. Thorne into the O.R. and prepped for surgery. Lucas, you’ll need to change into a gownand wait here while we prep her. One of the nurses will come to get you when we’re ready.”
“Okay.”
Lucas leaned over and kissed my lips.
“I’ll be by your side in a flash. I love you so much.”
“I love you too. I’m sorry I called you an asshole.”
“Don’t be sorry. It’s the truth.” He winked.
When they wheeled me into the operating room, my eyes focused on the massive bright lights and the line of tools that were laid out. My heart started racing, and I needed my husband. They transferred me from the bed onto the operating table. The anesthesiologist walked in, introduced himself, and asked the nurses to help me sit up so he could administer the epidural. Once that was done and I was pretty much prepped, Lucas walked in and sat on the stool next to me. He grabbed my hand and brought it up to his lips.
“I’m so sorry for being such a baby after I had my vasectomy,” he whispered.
“It’s okay, babe. I still love you.”
I could see the smile beneath his mask. Dr. Lewis walked in and looked at the clock.
“We have five minutes until midnight, Jenna. How are you doing?”
“I’m pain free at the moment, Dr. Lewis. So, I’m doing great.”
“Excellent.” She looked at the clock again. “Okay. The clock has struck midnight. Happy birthday, Mr. Thorne.”
“Thank you, Dr. Lewis.”
“Happy birthday, babe,” I said to him.
“Thank you, babe. I’m so proud of you.” He ran his finger across my head to distract me. “I can’t wait to meet our daughter and son.”
“Me either. But honestly, I can’t wait to get them out of my body. I’m so over this pregnancy.”
He let out a light laugh, and we heard Dr. Lewis.
“Your daughter is coming out. Here she is.” Dr. Lewis held her up as she let out a scream.
Tears filled my eyes as I stared at her before she was handed off to one of the nurses.
