The Midwife's Special Delivery. Carol Marinelli

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      ‘It hurts,’ Lucy shrieked, fighting the contraction that overwhelmed her.

      ‘Lucy, take a deep breath and push.’ Ally’s voice overrode her patient’s scream. ‘Don’t waste your energy. Come on, push over the pain…’ For a second or two Lucy listened, pushing hard as Ally encouraged her. ‘That’s it. Come on, push down into your bottom.’

      ‘I can’t,’ Lucy gasped, lying back on the bed and shaking her head.

      ‘The harder you push, the sooner your baby will be here.’

      ‘It hurts.’

      ‘Because the contractions are working,’ Ally said. ‘Lucy, nothing we give you now for pain is going to have time to take effect. Your baby is nearly here, and if we give you drugs now it won’t help with your pain but it could make the baby drowsy at birth. What about trying the gas?’

      ‘I hate the gas!’ Lucy roared, but thankfully as another contraction came, this time she gritted her teeth and bore down as Dean, clearly thankful that things seemed a touch more in control, encouraged his wife to keep on pushing as Ally slowly counted to ten. ‘And again,’Ally said. ‘You’re doing marvelously. Take a big breath and push again!’

      She was doing marvellously! In fact, just as Ally was debating whether to give the on-call a ring and let them know they’d be needed in the next hour or so, things started looking rather more imminent. Lucy’s shouts were getting louder and her language was getting more colourful as she struggled to get off the bed. The timid woman Ally had got to know was gone now as her baby prepared to make a rapid entrance.

      ‘Get me the bloody anaesthetist!’ Lucy roared. ‘Or I’m going home this very minute.’

      ‘Good morning!’

      So calm and polite was Rory’s welcome, so huge his presence as he quietly made his way into the delivery room, that for a minute Lucy literally seemed to forget that she had a baby coming. Her angry face swung towards him, her bulging eyes struggling to focus as he walked over to the delivery bed.

      ‘Lucy Williams, I’m Rory Donovan.’

      ‘The anaesthetist?’ Lucy demanded. ‘About time!’

      ‘Afraid not.’ He gave an apologetic smile. ‘I’m an obstetrician. I thought about doing anaesthetics for a while, but I decided that I prefer my patients awake.’

      ‘Well, Lucy’s awake,’ a terrified Dean said, nervously shaking Rory’s hand. ‘No doubt the whole ward is now.’

      ‘From what I hear, she’s doing great.’ Rory gave Lucy a very nice smile and Ally could only blink in wonder as the roaring banshee that had been lying on her back suddenly sat up a touch and even managed a small smile back. ‘And if you carry on pushing the way you have been, you’ll have your baby in time for breakfast. I saw Win loading up her trolley as I walked past—I can’t believe she’s still here.’ The second part of his comment had been directed at Ally as she opened up a delivery pack but it was put on hold as Lucy bore down again, only this time it was with a rather more concentrated effort, and as she finished he easily resumed the conversation, this time including Lucy and Dean. ‘Win’s the domestic. She’s been here since they put the first coat of paint on and rumour has it that if you deliver before breakfast, she makes the lucky parents toast and eggs any way they want them. Sound good?’

      ‘Sounds great,’ Lucy gasped, gesturing for Dean to hand her some ice chips. In the momentary lull Ally headed over to the other side of the delivery room and started to pull up some drugs for the delivery and check the baby warmer.

      ‘Thanks for waking me.’ Rory’s sarcasm was delivered good-naturedly. ‘If your neighbour hadn’t had a dog barking the street down, I’d still be asleep.’

      ‘You should have set your alarm.’ Ally shrugged, refusing to take any responsibility. After all, she hadn’t seen him for three years—it was hardly fair for him to swan back into her life and expect her to suddenly start looking out for him! ‘I’m not your mother.’

      And as quickly as that the light-hearted banter faded, Ally instantly regretted her words. Rory didn’t have a mother; in fact, Rory didn’t have any relatives. An only child, his mother had died when he’d been small and his father had lost his battle with cancer just before Rory had left to go to America. Ally had no idea of the circumstances of his mother’s death. Rory had only referred to it a couple of times and had always been horribly awkward with her afterwards, insisting that he was well over it, that it had all happened years ago. But, still, her thoughtless comment had clearly hurt and that had never been her intention.

      Lord, how she wished somehow that she could take it back!

      ‘I’m sorry.’ Her apology was as embarrassed and as wooden as his response. ‘I should have known better—I just didn’t think…’

      ‘It’s no big deal.’ Rory shrugged those wide shoulders as if the words had barely registered, but his eyes told her otherwise. ‘I’ll go and see how Lucy’s doing.’

      Gently he examined her, sitting down on the bed beside her and talking comfortingly as he performed the rather uncomfortable procedure. Ally watched as the rapport he had so easily created with his patient the moment he had walked into the room grew. Lucy was clearly comfortable with her doctor and that was incredibly important—Ally knew that more than most. In the public health system, rarely did patients get much of a say in what doctor would deliver them. Often, as the doctor arrived for the delivery, there wasn’t even time for more than the briefest of introductions. This matter had been addressed at Bay View by the midwifery team, a group of midwives allocated to each patient, looking after the mother during her pregnancy, so that in most cases a familiar face was present at the delivery. But even if Rory’s face wasn’t familiar, this morning it was very welcome. Dean was listening carefully as Rory explained his wife’s progress.

      ‘She’s almost there, Dean. Just encourage her to keep pushing. You’re both doing a great job.’

      ‘Don’t go too far.’ Ally smiled as Rory stood up, no doubt realising there was a good half-hour’s work before the baby came and ready for a bit of TLC and catching up with Win. ‘We might be needing you soon.’

      ‘I’m not going anywhere,’ Rory said easily, picking up a newspaper Dean had bought from the mobile trolley, sitting down on the two-seater sofa in the corner and turning directly to his horoscope. ‘Do you know what you’re having, Lucy?’

      ‘A baby,’ she gasped, ‘hopefully.’

      ‘A Pisces,’ Rory corrected, ‘which is the same star sign as me—so you can’t go wrong.’

      And of all the things she’d remembered, this was one thing Ally had almost forgotten. Forgotten that unlike most doctors Rory didn’t just arrive for the grand finale but actually enjoyed the last act. It could have been annoying, a doctor peering over his newspaper every now and then and telling a labouring woman to push over the pain, but somehow it was comforting. That a doctor was here made Lucy feel safe, that he hadn’t dashed off and told her the end was in sight. It helped Dean, too, because if Rory thought this display from Lucy was absolutely fine, then maybe, just maybe, СКАЧАТЬ