Wingmen Babypalooza: A Wingmen Novella

by Daisy Prescott

  “Yes. I’ll, uh, go get my wife.”

  “Use a wheelchair,” she calls after me.

  Weird, but I locate one near the door and push it outside.

  Hailey opens the door and stares at the chair.

  “Required transportation for my lady,” I use a falsetto voice while making a sweeping bow.

  She raises her eyebrows, but doesn’t question the wheelchair or my weird voice.

  Once inside, a nurse takes over my driving duties and tells me to check in at the desk while she wheels Hailey away.

  I fill out the paperwork as quickly as possible and hand the clipboard back to the woman in the yellow cardigan and glasses.

  “Have a seat and someone will be with you,” she tells me without looking up.

  “I’m having a baby, I mean, my wife is in labor. Can’t I just go back to her room? I, uh, don’t want to miss anything and she shouldn’t be alone. We have breathing exercises and I have the timer on my phone. For the contractions. We’ve been timing them since they started.” I hurriedly stumble over my words and overshare.

  “Sir, have a seat. I promise, you won’t miss the good stuff.” She points a red painted nail at the ER waiting area. Only a few people occupy the uncomfortable chairs.

  “Thanks, I’ll stand.”

  “You do you,” she says and picks up her phone again.

  Dismissed, I pace toward the closed doors where Hailey disappeared.

  “Sir, don’t think about sneaking in there. Trust me. Everything will be fine.” Cardigan in charge catches me.

  “Do you tell everyone that? Because it’s not always true. My grandfather died here a couple of years ago. Not everything was fine then. Bad things happen in the hospital. So excuse me if I’m worried about my wife who is about to have another human exit her body.” Now I’m a combo meal of emotions. “I’ll be over there.”

  I walk to the far side of the waiting room and lean against the wall. Elf is playing on the TV angled on the wall in the corner, but the volume is too low to hear. So that’s pointless.

  Pacing is better.

  Making a long loop from the waiting room, I pace past the desk toward the forbidden doors, past the exit and halfway down the hall but not far enough away I’m out of earshot should someone call my name.

  “Tom?” a familiar voice says from behind me.

  John and Diane stand a few feet behind me near the cardigan wearing gatekeeper.

  “Hey.” Relieved they’re here, I pace closer to them.

  “Where’s Hailey? Everything okay?” Diane asks, peering around me to the waiting area.

  “They took her back an hour ago and won’t let me see her.” I glare at the gatekeeper.

  “Sir, you’ve been here ten minutes. Fifteen tops. You’re probably going to be here a while, so I would encourage you to dig deep and find some patience.”

  My brows lower as I glower at the top of her head because she’s already looking down at her phone again.

  Diane intervenes. “Can you tell me the OB on call tonight?”

  “Dr. Price,” she replies without glancing up at us.

  “Wonderful,” Diane says. “We’ll be over here.”

  “Can I get anyone a cup of mediocre coffee from the café? It’s only seven thirty, they should still be open,” John offers. “Something to do while we wait?”

  “Donnely,” a nurse calls my name. “Donnely?”

  “Over here.” I wave at her.

  “Come with me.”

  “We’ll be here. Let us know when you’re settled in a room.” Diane gives my arm an encouraging squeeze.

  Stoic as ever, John nods and pats my shoulder. “She’s going to be fine.”

  Coming from him, the words don’t feel hollow. He knows what it’s like to suddenly lose someone he loves.

  I follow the nurse through the doors and down a hall lined with curtained rooms. She’s talking about vital signs and fetal monitors, but I’m only half listening. Instead, I hear the beep of various machines and the squeak of her rubber soled clogs on the clean floor.

  “Here she is.” Pulling back one of the curtains like she’s revealing a prize on a game show, the nurse reveals Hailey propped up in a hospital bed.

  “Hi, stranger,” she happily greets me. “What took you so long? Trouble finding parking?”

  “Shit. The truck’s still parked at the curb. Do I have time to move it?” I ask the nurse.

  She chuckles and winks at Hailey. “Plenty.”

  When I return, Hailey’s by herself, eating ice chips.

  “Where’s the nurse? Shouldn’t the nurse be in here?”

  Hailey laughs. “We’re going to be here a while. If it wasn’t for the storm and the chance we couldn’t make it back, they’d send us home.”

  “So we’re staying?” I eye the world’s most uncomfortable chair next to the bed.

  “Don’t worry, we’re moving to the maternity ward and a birthing suite. It’s a bigger room with a cot for you,” the nurse tells us.

  “Sweet.” Leaning over the rail, I give her a kiss. “Sexy nightgown by the way.”

  “I’ll ask if I can bring one home.” She pets the ugly cotton fabric.

  “Are we ready to do this?” I ask.

  “No and yes.” Her hand finds mine. “I’m ready not to be a tiny human’s punching bag but I’m scared of the pain.”

  Her eyes hold fear and worry. There’s nothing I want more than to erase both, but I’m sure she sees the same behind my eyes.

  “We’re going to get through this. Together.” Bending over, I lower my face close to hers so our noses almost touch. All I can see is her face, her beautiful evergreen eyes framed by dark lashes, and the fullness of her bottom lip. She’s my whole world. “I love you and I can’t wait to meet Tom Junior.”

  We’ve discussed names and have a running list of favorites, but junior isn’t in the serious running.

  “Nice try.” Her smile fades as a contraction begins.

  The nurse reappears and checks the monitors.

  “Everything looks normal. We’ll be moving you upstairs in a couple of minutes.” Her monotone is probably meant to be reassuring.

  Once we’re in the private room, I text John and Diane our new location. Even with their company, time crawls as we wait for Hailey’s labor to progress.

  Hours go by and her contractions stall around four minutes apart.

  “You two should go home,” I tell John after he yawns for the tenth time.

  “Can’t. Big cedar is down on Bayview and we’re cut off. No way to get down to the beach until they clear it.”

  “Figures it would be the one stretch of the island with no drive around options.”

  “Tell me about it. Did you hear the ferry shut down an hour ago because of the waves? Dan texted me on their way back from Seattle. They caught the last boat. Left early because Ros wasn’t feeling well.”

  “Let’s hope she doesn’t have the same flu as Ashley,” Diane says with a shudder. “Oh, that was weird.”

  “What?” John asks, shifting in his chair to face her.

  Diane’s hand rests just below her navel. “Not sure.”

  “Do you need the nurse?” Hailey’s finger hovers over the call button.

  “No, I’m okay. I think. Mind if I use the bathroom?”

  John and I meet eyes when she excuses herself.

  He shrugs and stretches out his long legs in front of him. “She’s been having back pain all day, but says it doesn’t feel the same as Alene’s labor. And to quit fussing over her.”

  “She is past her due date,” Hailey reminds us.

  Diane returns a few minutes later and stands in the doorway to the hall.

  “Everything okay?” John asks.

  “Uh, I just lost my mucus plug,” she says with a cringe.

  Add that to the list of things I didn’t expect to hear tonight. At least she didn’t lose it at the Dog House. Olaf might’ve exploded from information overload.

/>   “Are you in labor?” Hailey asks, hope in her voice.

  “I think so. I’m waiting for the nurse.” Diane’s eyes meet John’s. “You better call your aunt and let her know she might have Alene longer than we thought.”

  John stands up and stretches. “I’ll be right back.”

  After they both disappear, Hailey turns to me. “Isn’t this exciting? Our babies are not only going to grow up together, but might share the same birthday? We can have co-parties.”

  “Great.” I fake mirroring her enthusiasm.

  Shortly after, John texts me that Diane’s getting admitted. He pops his head in our door and tells us they’re set up in the room next door. When the nurse gives Hailey the go ahead to get out of bed and walk to help her labor progress, her first stop is Diane’s room.

  As the minutes crawl closer to midnight, Diane’s labor speeds up much quicker than Hailey’s. From our room, we can hear the sounds and moans of her actively pushing shortly after eleven.

  Disappointment creases Hailey’s brow. “Why aren’t I pushing? I’ve been in labor longer.”

  “Honey, it’s only been a few hours. This is their second baby. From what I read, labor with the second child is typically quicker.”

  She blinks away the tears stuck to her lashes. “You read the baby books?”

  I nod. “Of course I did. I read the e-books on my phone during lunch so the assholes at work wouldn’t have shit to tease me about.”

  “I love you,” she says over the loud grunting and moaning through the wall behind her bed.

  “I know.” I softly kiss her forehead, then her temple and each cheek before pressing my lips against hers.

  The sounds of labor go quiet and a high-pitched scream announces the arrival of the new baby.

  “Will you go check on them?” Hailey asks.

  “Uh, I’m really terrified of walking in and seeing Diane’s vagina,” I answer truthfully. “So how about we wait until John comes back?”

  My confession makes her laugh.

  About half an hour later, John knocks on our door.

  “Congratulations,” Hailey says with a tired smile. “How are Mom and baby?”

  His eyes go soft and unfocused for a second before a happy grin reveals his teeth. “They’re great. Mack is healthy and Diane’s a champ.”

  “That was fast,” I say, envious their wait is over while Hailey’s contractions have stalled completely. At this rate, they might give her Pitocin, and if that doesn’t work, a C-section because her water already broke.

  “We barely had time for the epidural before he was ready to come out.”

  “I love the name.” Hailey’s voice breaks with emotion.

  “His full name is Malcom John Day. For Diane’s father. Mack for short.”

  “I can’t wait to meet him,” she says through her tears.

  “Diane’s resting and trying to get him to nurse, but maybe if you’re up and walking around later you can come for a visit.”

  “I’d love that.” A big fat tear rolls down her face.

  “Sweetheart, our baby is going to be here soon. There’s no going back now.” I try to comfort her, but I’m not sure my words make a difference. Men are supposed to be strong and tough, but going through labor with my wife only reinforces my belief that women are far stronger and fearless than us.

  “You’re doing great,” John reassures her with his calm voice. “It’ll all be over before you know it.”

  Easy for him to say. I don’t think they’ve even been at the hospital four hours and they’re done with the hard part.

  After he leaves, I carefully crawl into bed with Hailey and wrap my arms around her the best I can with the tubes and monitor wires attached to her.

  “Let’s get some rest while we can.” I yawn into her hair.

  She snuggles into my arms on her side, fighting her own yawn as she mumbles, “I’m going to be pregnant forever.”

  If I could take her place, I would. If I could wave a magic wand and speed up the process, I’d wear wizard robes for the rest of my life. I hate the helpless feeling of not being in control and not being able to fix this for her.

  I dim the light above the bed and pull the blanket over us as we drift off to sleep.

  Voices in the hall wake me up. I have no idea how long I’ve been asleep. The room is still dark and outside the sky is as inky as it was before. It could be a half hour later or early morning.

  Hailey’s still softly snoring. Easing myself off the too small for two bed, I tuck the blanket around her before tiptoeing to the open door. A quick glance at the clock tells me it’s two fifteen.

  I’m not expecting to see Ros and Dan. She’s in a wheelchair being pushed down the hall by a tired nurse while he walks beside them.

  Chapter 13

  “I have a birth plan. We toured Harborview’s labor and delivery wing. This isn’t how we planned it.” Roslyn’s near tears. Her normally neat hair is in a messy bun and she’s wearing green plaid pajama pants and a pink sweater. Like she woke up and got halfway dressed.

  Dan soothes her. “Nothing is how we planned and our lives have turned out better than I ever imagined. We have to give up control and have faith that this is how it’s meant to be. Dr. Price and her team are excellent.”

  Roslyn begins to cry. “I wanted our daughter to be born in Seattle. Like me.”

  “We can forge her birth certificate,” he tells her and I believe him.

  “How?” she whispers.

  An exhausted John appears next to me and mumbles, “Batman.”

  “Pizza mafia,” I say, quietly, bringing up our old joke about Dan’s mysterious life outside of Sal’s Pizza.

  The new arrivals haven’t noticed us yet.

  “It’s the weirdest slumber party I’ve ever been to,” John voices what I’m thinking.

  “None of them had the same due date. Was it something in the donuts?”

  “Maybe, but Roslyn didn’t have any.” He foils my conspiracy theory with reality.

  Dan lifts his head and stares at us with his mouth open. “Hey, what are you two doing here?”

  “Having babies. All the cool kids are doing it tonight apparently. At least the Days,” I answer with an edge of snark.

  Roslyn’s eyes widen. “Did Diane have the baby? Hailey, too?”

  “Yes and no. Mack Baby Day is here, but Baby Donnely is being stubborn,” I say.

  “Imagine a stubborn Donnely,” Roslyn replies with a smirk.

  I fill them in on the highlights of the evening. The fake Olafs getting kicked out by the real one, Hailey’s water breaking by the pool table, the mad rush to get here in the storm, and now the waiting.

  Dan nods and frowns in the appropriate places. “That’s why we’re here. Roslyn wasn’t feeling great at the party so we headed home. Caught the last boat and wished we drove around. I’ve never been on the ferry when waves crashed over the sides.”

  “I thought I was going to puke,” Roslyn says. “When we got back to the house, I still was feeling nauseated and crampy. Dan decided to call our OB and he told us to come to the hospital in spite of the storm. It’s icy and miserable out there.”

  “Maybe you have the stomach flu like Ashley. She yakked in the ladies’ room at the Dog.” I forgot to mention that detail in my recap.

  “I hope not.” Roslyn frowns. “I’m confident it’s Braxton Hicks contractions. But Dan wouldn’t listen.”

  He gives her a loving smile. “Better to be here than stuck at home if it’s not a false alarm. The doctor agreed.”

  “Hmmph,” Roslyn responds.

  “Tom?” Hailey’s sleepy voice calls to me from her room.

  “Gotta go.”

  “We’ll be down the hall.” Dan points to the door two down from where we’re standing.

  I enter the room to the sound of beeping from the baby monitor. Before I reach Hailey, Betty the nurse rushes past me.

  “Is everything okay?” I stand at the foot of the bed, tou
ching Hailey’s foot just to make contact with her. Her face crumples in pain.

  “Contractions have resumed,” the nurse states the obvious in her monotone.

  “It woke me up,” Hailey says through gritted teeth.

  “On a scale of one to ten?” Betty studies the monitor’s lines and numbers.

  “Eleven.” The word comes out on an exhale once the contraction ends. “Much worse than the earlier ones.”

  “I’m going to check to see if you’ve dilated more.” Betty snaps on a pair of purple latex gloves.

  I step out of the way as Betty has Hailey open her legs underneath the sheet.

  “Looks like we’re having a baby this morning,” Betty tells us while removing her gloves. Her tone lacks the excitement this statement should require.

  A wave of emotion crashes into me as salty tears prick at my eyes. “We are?”

  “Kid’s going to come out one way or another.” She gives me a comforting pat to my forearm. “I’ll get Dr. Price.”

  Seeking out Hailey’s hand, I gently sit on the side of the bed near her head. With our fingers entwined, I raise our hands to my mouth. I kiss the side of her thumb and meet her eyes. “Ready?”

  “No,” she says, her chin wobbling.

  “You could try crossing your legs,” I tease.

  “Should’ve thought of that thirty-eight weeks ago.” She grimaces.

  “Another one?” It’s soon. I didn’t time this one, but it’s only been a couple of minutes. If that.

  She nods and grips my hand with impressive strength. Like her, I breathe through the pain as each contraction comes and goes.

  Dr. Price arrives and greets us with her typical warm smile. In spite of it being four in the morning, she’s bright eyed and friendly.

  “I think we’re ready for an epidural,” she says after her exam. “If you want one.”

  Hailey nods her head vigorously.

  A short man in a rumpled white coat helps Hailey roll to her side and then sticks a needle into my wife’s spine like it’s no big deal.

  What follows is a blur.

  There’s more snapping purple gloves, more equipment being wheeled into the room, and more nurses. Betty is back along with a nurse named Jenny for the baby. Soon, or hours later, I’ve lost track of time, Hailey shifts to the end of the bed to begin pushing.