OOM: Eliza Elinor, Dec. 2, 2008
Logan's taking a break from the delivery room. He can't take Trina's swearing and Chad's flushed, frantic expression any more. Besides, he's hungry, and figures the vending machine has to have a granola bar in it. Or a Snickers, at the very least.
He also gets a cup of coffee out of the machine - it's been a long day already, and he's not sure how much longer it's going to take for this kid to get born. He wants to breathe air that doesn't smell like hospital and not be in the room for at least some of the time his sister's genitalia is part of the main event.
The whole thing looks pretty awful, as far as he can tell, but the nurses keep assuring him that everything is fine, that it's routine and there's no reason to worry.
Logan accepts the advice, and although Chad can't seem to believe it, it doesn't stop him from repeating it over and over again any time Trina starts yelling obscenities. He gets the TV remote control thrown at him for his efforts, and that's when Logan decides it's time to make his escape for a little while.
It seems fortuitously timed, because when he goes back into Trina's room, all the drama is over. Chad's leaning heavily on the bed, staring down at the tiny bundle in Trina's arms, and his sister has an exhausted, pleased smile on her face as she looks up from her daughter's face.
"Come meet your niece, little brother."
The first time he looks at her, Eliza Elinor smiles. (Well. Her mouth curls up a little at the edges. It totally counts.) When he holds her, his only thought is, "Oh." It's a pretty meaningful "oh," though, filled a sense of kinship he never imagined you could feel in an instant.
(Later, he wonders if Trina felt like this when he was born. Somehow, given the family situation at the time, he doubts that very much.)
"She's perfect," Logan says quietly, and then she starts to fuss. Startled, he hands her back to Trina (her mother, God, how weird is that?) and exits again as the nurses start to explain how to breastfeed. He's seen enough of Trina's unmentionables for today.
It's a good time to start texting interested parties that labor is over, the baby is healthy and Trina is thrilled.
He also gets a cup of coffee out of the machine - it's been a long day already, and he's not sure how much longer it's going to take for this kid to get born. He wants to breathe air that doesn't smell like hospital and not be in the room for at least some of the time his sister's genitalia is part of the main event.
The whole thing looks pretty awful, as far as he can tell, but the nurses keep assuring him that everything is fine, that it's routine and there's no reason to worry.
Logan accepts the advice, and although Chad can't seem to believe it, it doesn't stop him from repeating it over and over again any time Trina starts yelling obscenities. He gets the TV remote control thrown at him for his efforts, and that's when Logan decides it's time to make his escape for a little while.
It seems fortuitously timed, because when he goes back into Trina's room, all the drama is over. Chad's leaning heavily on the bed, staring down at the tiny bundle in Trina's arms, and his sister has an exhausted, pleased smile on her face as she looks up from her daughter's face.
"Come meet your niece, little brother."
The first time he looks at her, Eliza Elinor smiles. (Well. Her mouth curls up a little at the edges. It totally counts.) When he holds her, his only thought is, "Oh." It's a pretty meaningful "oh," though, filled a sense of kinship he never imagined you could feel in an instant.
(Later, he wonders if Trina felt like this when he was born. Somehow, given the family situation at the time, he doubts that very much.)
"She's perfect," Logan says quietly, and then she starts to fuss. Startled, he hands her back to Trina (her mother, God, how weird is that?) and exits again as the nurses start to explain how to breastfeed. He's seen enough of Trina's unmentionables for today.
It's a good time to start texting interested parties that labor is over, the baby is healthy and Trina is thrilled.