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Who: Tilly Moore, Travis Pope
When: Saturday, July 11th
Where: BCA 506, and then the hospital
What: Tilly has her baby. Travis is the cutest soon-to-be uncle ever.
Bingo: Best day of my life
It was a little early. Tilly had marked all of her calendars, little check marks for every milestone. The baby's first kick (she nearly squealed in February when she felt her baby move). The first time she craved some weird food (it turned out she had a thing for pickles in peanut butter). The day she picked names (Emmaline for a girl, Gregory for a boy).
She wasn't expecting labor pains for another 6 days. At least that's what she thought. She read that babies came early and late and every variety in between. If Tilly's baby knew any better the silly thing would have arrived squarely on time to the very minute of conception, but Tilly's baby was impatient and had certainly inherited mommy's stubborn streak.
Travis ran about their apartment like a nervous wreck. "Where are your bags Tilly?" he yelled, tearing through her bedroom while she practiced Lamaze on the couch.
"I haven't packed them yet," she called back, torn between amusement and frustration. Oh this baby of mine! This was an early lesson about children, one Tilly would forget often. The best laid plans almost always go awry when children are involved. "Just throw some underwear and sweats into a backpack."
"Tilly, I love you, but I do not want to get into your underwear drawer."
"For fuck's sake Travis, just do it."
He tossed open the top drawer of her dresser and fished around, digging out a mix of underthings. He had no idea if she was still trying to squeeze into her nice panties (and the very idea of the word in conjunction with Tilly sent poor Travis into a tizzy of shudders) or if she'd just gone completely to the ginormous maternity underpants. He ended up with both, shoving them into the first bag he encountered. Her other luggage would end up confused, some things she definitely couldn't wear (and wouldn't wear in a hospital; how the slinky, sequined tank top arrived among her clothes she would never know), and others she was grateful to have.
The ride to the hospital was tensely quiet in between her labor pains. Travis was glad that she'd insisted upon his participation in Lamaze classes. He was timing the contractions, counting out the minutes in his head until they pulled into the hospital parking lot and he helped her from the car. How she managed to walk while seized up in pain… Travis was always impressed by Tilly's ability to get through the worst situations.
The room they put her in had a shitty view of the parking lot, but Tilly was too concentrated on how dilated she was, pacing the floor and hoping gravity would help the baby along. She didn't want to waste her whole day on labor; maternity leave was making her a little loco. What she wouldn't give to just go back to work and yell at some useless executive assistant.
Travis made three trips to the commissary during the eight hours that they waited for the baby to arrive. The prospect of his incoming nephew or niece had made him peckish to the point of distraction. He'd eaten three bags of chips, two candy bars, and a bag of skittles before the doctor finally announced that the baby was finally ready and Tilly could begin pushing in earnest.
It didn't take long once the pushing began and pretty soon Travis was a proud uncle with an injured hand. He felt stupid afterward for offering it to Tilly; he didn't know she had such a strong grip.
Tilly smiled brightly at the little face, her baby girl Emmaline. She had to admit that she'd always thought newborns to be the most hideous thing in the world, but looking at her own daughter only minutes old, she understood why parents swooned at every new life. Her daughter was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen and today was most certainly the best day of her life (at least so far).
inthefreakdom)Who: Tilly Moore, Travis Pope
When: Saturday, July 11th
Where: BCA 506, and then the hospital
What: Tilly has her baby. Travis is the cutest soon-to-be uncle ever.
Bingo: Best day of my life
It was a little early. Tilly had marked all of her calendars, little check marks for every milestone. The baby's first kick (she nearly squealed in February when she felt her baby move). The first time she craved some weird food (it turned out she had a thing for pickles in peanut butter). The day she picked names (Emmaline for a girl, Gregory for a boy).
She wasn't expecting labor pains for another 6 days. At least that's what she thought. She read that babies came early and late and every variety in between. If Tilly's baby knew any better the silly thing would have arrived squarely on time to the very minute of conception, but Tilly's baby was impatient and had certainly inherited mommy's stubborn streak.
Travis ran about their apartment like a nervous wreck. "Where are your bags Tilly?" he yelled, tearing through her bedroom while she practiced Lamaze on the couch.
"I haven't packed them yet," she called back, torn between amusement and frustration. Oh this baby of mine! This was an early lesson about children, one Tilly would forget often. The best laid plans almost always go awry when children are involved. "Just throw some underwear and sweats into a backpack."
"Tilly, I love you, but I do not want to get into your underwear drawer."
"For fuck's sake Travis, just do it."
He tossed open the top drawer of her dresser and fished around, digging out a mix of underthings. He had no idea if she was still trying to squeeze into her nice panties (and the very idea of the word in conjunction with Tilly sent poor Travis into a tizzy of shudders) or if she'd just gone completely to the ginormous maternity underpants. He ended up with both, shoving them into the first bag he encountered. Her other luggage would end up confused, some things she definitely couldn't wear (and wouldn't wear in a hospital; how the slinky, sequined tank top arrived among her clothes she would never know), and others she was grateful to have.
The ride to the hospital was tensely quiet in between her labor pains. Travis was glad that she'd insisted upon his participation in Lamaze classes. He was timing the contractions, counting out the minutes in his head until they pulled into the hospital parking lot and he helped her from the car. How she managed to walk while seized up in pain… Travis was always impressed by Tilly's ability to get through the worst situations.
The room they put her in had a shitty view of the parking lot, but Tilly was too concentrated on how dilated she was, pacing the floor and hoping gravity would help the baby along. She didn't want to waste her whole day on labor; maternity leave was making her a little loco. What she wouldn't give to just go back to work and yell at some useless executive assistant.
Travis made three trips to the commissary during the eight hours that they waited for the baby to arrive. The prospect of his incoming nephew or niece had made him peckish to the point of distraction. He'd eaten three bags of chips, two candy bars, and a bag of skittles before the doctor finally announced that the baby was finally ready and Tilly could begin pushing in earnest.
It didn't take long once the pushing began and pretty soon Travis was a proud uncle with an injured hand. He felt stupid afterward for offering it to Tilly; he didn't know she had such a strong grip.
Tilly smiled brightly at the little face, her baby girl Emmaline. She had to admit that she'd always thought newborns to be the most hideous thing in the world, but looking at her own daughter only minutes old, she understood why parents swooned at every new life. Her daughter was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen and today was most certainly the best day of her life (at least so far).
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