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A Man's Face (standard:non fiction, 1514 words)
Author: sheri922Added: Jul 30 2003Views/Reads: 2958/1998Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This is the story of my son's birth
 



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Laura and I looked at each other and laughed. Laura then asked, "Are you
going to look in the mirror in the delivery room?" 

"What? Why? Am I going to be making some really funny faces?" I replied.
"HA, No, I mean they will put a mirror down by where the baby is being 
born so you can watch if you want to." 

"GROSS, why would I want to do that?" We laughed again. The pain in my
back had gotten real bad and I asked Nurse Nasty for some Ben-Gay and 
she told me to quit over reacting. So, I picked up the phone and called 
my mother. "MOM, you've got to bring me some Ben-Gay QUICKLY!" 

"Sheri, by the time I get there with it you will probably already have
had the baby." 

"PLEASE, just bring the BEN-GAY, Nurse Nasty won't help me." 

"Ok, I'll be right there". 

"Thanks Mom!" 

The doctor came in and checked my dilation and was surprised to find me
fully dilated by 4:00 p.m. They moved me into a delivery room, which 
can only be described as a cold, white, blank, hospital room. The only 
difference was that this table had stirrups. As I watched the doctor 
putting on his rubber gloves Laura asked, "Do you have your monologue 
ready?" 

I smiled and said, "Yeah, Dogs make this look REAL easy!" 

The doctor looked up from his gloves very surprised as another woman
scream from down the hall and said, "Excuse me?" 

I said, "Think about it they drop one here, get up walk around for a
while, go back and drop another one... they even clean up the mess when 
they're done. Oh, and Bill Cosby was way off base." The doctor was 
looking extremely puzzled by this so I explained, "You know when he 
says, 'take your bottom lip and pull it up over your head...that's what 
it feels like to have a baby', WRONG! Picture yourself shitting a 
watermelon, I'm not talking about a watermelon (moving my hands to show 
him the size of a small watermelon) I mean a WATERMELON (adjusting this 
size to an extremely large size). Only it gets worse, can you see that 
watermelon? Now picture an inch layer of skin covering your asshole 
that won't let it out and it just keeps pushing and pushing..." Laura 
was laughing so hard her eyes were watering. Through her laughter she 
said, "Wait, this hurts, I know! You're supposed to be angry and 
screaming not laughing. When I had my son, I pretended his father was 
there and yelled, 'This is all your fault you rotten son of bitch!' try 
it, it makes the pain go away." 

"Ok, 'You Rotten son of a...' what's my motivation here?" 

"PAIN!" 

"Oh, I just can't get angry. This is the coolest thing in the world. Any
minute this little life is going to pop out and be part of me that is 
apart from me. I can't find anything but excitement and happiness. 
Sorry." 

The doctor jumped in, "You two are incorrigible". 

I replied, "Oh sure doc, I'm trying to deliver a baby and you're trying
to make me think." 

He said, "Pardon me?" 

Laura replied "Face it doc, it's a hundred dollar word" and we both
started laughing again. The contractions were getting stronger and the 
doctor told Laura to push me up into a sitting position. When she did 
the contraction stopped. So she put me down and it started again. By 
the time she got me up into sitting position the contractions would 
stop. This went on for about fifteen minutes. Finally she pushed me up 
yet again and the doctor asked, "Now, do you have a contraction?" 

"YES". 

"Good then push" he replied 

"I don't want to!" I cowered. 

Laura and the Doctor in unison, "WHY NOT?" 

"Because it's gonna hurt!" I whined. 

Laura quickly explained, "Sheri, it's not the pushing that hurts having
a baby, you won't even feel it. It's the contractions that hurt. Once 
you push the baby out, the contractions stop." 

"OHHHH, why didn't you say so?" And I pushed and she was right... out
came this tiny little piece of me with his eyes wide-open ready to see 
the world. I jumped off the table to hold him and the doctor quickly 
handed him to Laura and told me to get back on the table that he hadn't 
sewn me up yet. Laura washed my new little boy and handed him to me. 

My mom walked into my room and lay the Ben-Gay on the table. As I placed
her new grandson into her arms I said, “His name is David”. 

When she handed him back to me I looked down at him and studied his face
as he stared straight up at me. He had thick red hair, eyes so dark 
blue I couldn't find the pupil, a little button nose, full lips and a 
very strong square jaw.  This was not the face of a little boy; this 
was a man's face. 


   


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