Chapter 20 - The baby is born
Kerensa went into labor at thirty-nine weeks.
Not because of the garage incident.
Not early.
Not dramatic.
Eleven hours.
Epidural.
A brief fetal heart-rate deceleration during pushing that resolved with routine interventions.
Then our daughter was born.
Elodie.
Seven pounds, four ounces.
Healthy.
Kerensa cried.
I cried more.
No one filmed.
No family ambush.
My father learned from a text after mother and baby were stable.
Elodie is here. Kerensa and baby are well. We will contact you about visits when ready.
He replied:
Thank God.
Then:
Please let me see her.
Kerensa read it.
“What do you want?”
“I want what you want.”
She stared.
“Careful. That sounds like avoiding.”
She was right.
I thought.
“I don’t want them at the hospital.”
“Neither do I.”
Decision made.
Two weeks later, Kerensa agreed to let my father meet Elodie at our house.
May you like
Not Lenora.
Not yet.
