Nov 11, 2006 14:01
Olivia, amazingly, hadn't even batted an eye at Jaina emerging from upstairs with Samantha. She just grabbed Sam's bag, that had been packed for ages and ushed them into the car, and drove them to the hospital.
By the time they'd gotten there, the contractions were three minutes apart, and Sam was starting to get stressed out. The nurses immediately gave her an epidural, as soon as they could, and whatever else they could to keep her from getting too stressed out. "We don't want to trigger an epileptic attack," one nurse murmured, squeezing Sam's hand.
Jaina was sitting in the chair next to Samantha, as the doctor checked to see how far along she was coming. Eight centimetres and progressing nicely. Within the hour.
Olivia breezed in with Andrew's father close behind. "He's going to try to make it back as soon as he can...but he was in a meeting--"
"--in New York, I know. Traffic's horrible."
He wouldn't make it, she knew, but she had Jaina and her mom and that made it okay.
"Within the hour," Olivia says, reiterating the doctor's words. "Want a magazine, Jaina, dear?"
baaaaby,
jaina