05 Get This Party Started
- PinkThis story doesn't exactly fit this song at all, so please be aware. My thought process behind this started out thinking of a party, and immediately I thought of a birthday party. Over the next few days, since I had no urge to write, I began thinking of simply birth day. It is a story I felt needed to be told, and since this song is the seed that began the idea, it is here, however disjointed. I just felt that I should explain a bit before you read the title and then get surprised by the actual story. It was somewhat difficult to write. I have never had children, and complications scare me quite a bit. Anyway, read if you like, or not.
Patrick was running around the house with a fistful of ribbons, excited and full of energy. The midwife had gone in a few moments before, and that meant he’d get a baby sister soon. He was too excited to stay in bed, and so Kerchak didn’t even try.
Kerchak himself was full of nervous energy also. He paced outside the room with a mixture of impatience, ignorance, worry, pride, and anticipation. He’d never seen or been involved with the birth of human beings, even though he’d assisted the veterinarians with foaling several times. Still, he had felt he would just be in the way, and thought being out here would be the best choice. Hearing the sounds within, though, and he was quickly coming to change his mind. He had been unfortunately out traveling during Patrick’s birth, but it sounded as if his wife was in considerable pain. Was that much commotion normal?
After a particularly loud shout, Kerchak decided that he couldn’t wait outside, he needed to be with Nadine, even if she might not need him. He opened the door and stepped inside, quickly shutting it to keep Patrick from wanting to come in too. The boy was entirely too curious. Nadine was up on the birthing table, her knees up and her back propped up by pillows. She was breathing hard, covered in a sheen of sweat that reflected the fire and bright lighting. The midwife was checking to see how things were progressing and her assistant was at Nadine’s side, using a cool cloth to try to comfort the soon-to-be mother in her exertions, whispering instructions now and then, and encouragement.
Nadine lay quietly now, her eyes closed. Kerchak stepped up to her and took her hand. She smiled and opened her eyes. The assistant smiled also, stepping back just a little in a polite gesture to give more room to the pair. Her curly red hair was damp and disheveled, in a similar state of neglect as Nadine’s normally beautiful and shining silver locks. Still, Kerchak thought his wife the most beautiful creature in the world. She winced slightly in pain, her breath catching. Her grip on his hand tightened in reaction, uncomfortable, but she could never hurt him.
The contraction passed and Nadine relaxed once more. The midwife probed her stomach and stepped back between Nadine’s knees, satisfied that things seemed to be going normally.
“You’re doing beautifully, Nadine, just a little longer and then you can bear down and bring your baby into the world. Just a little bit longer now, almost” said the pretty young assistant. Her freckled face held an expression of experienced calm and patience, which did much for Kerchak’s own sense of control. His presence also seemed to comfort Nadine, for she took the labor pains quietly, and didn’t seem as distressed as Kerchak’s imagination had led him to believe when he had waited outside.
The midwife ducked down again, measuring. “Alright, you’re ready dear, it’s all you now.” She brushed an errant twirl of hair from her face with her forearm, and straightened a cloth beneath Nadine’s knees. Her glance to the side swept over a small table with her instruments, a pair of scissors, a small balloon-like object, a pile of cloths and other things out of Kerchak’s sight. She turned her head back to her patient.
Nadine went through several long and painful contractions, during which she squeezed Kerchak equal to what he guessed her level of pain must be. He was lucky she was a small woman, and he was not a small man, and he idly wondered during a lull how many women must have seriously injured their mates during childbirth. Maybe those men had kept their distance. Nadine held her breath and grunted and pushed, and eventually cried out despite trying not too.
“I see the baby, Nadine, all women feel this pain even if before was easy for them, it will go quickly, just push, now.” The midwife and her assistant encouraged and reassured, and Kerchak kept silent, never letting go of Nadine, giving her his support. Her pretty blue eyes leaked tears, and she grimaced in pain, then clenched her teeth even as she clenched his hand in one of hers and the sheets in the other, and she bore down with all her strength again.
She suddenly relaxed with a sigh of relief as the midwife announced “You have a baby!” Kerchak leaned to see, but the midwife had an ugly blob laying on the blanket. “A baby born in caul is unusual, but nothing to worry about,” she said as she easily broke and wiped away the pouch from a very tiny child. “It’s sometimes seen as a sign of good fortune.” The woman deftly wiped away most of the fluid from the baby’s face and ensured it breathed, then cut the umbilical cord with her small pair of scissors. Within moments the woman had wrapped the child in a blanket and passed it to her assistant to give to Nadine.
Nadine, extremely pale, accepted her child with a weak smile.
“You have a beautiful new daughter, Nadine.” said the assistant. Kerchak leaned in to embrace his wife and his new daughter gently. The midwife was still working between Nadine’s knees, cleaning up Kerchak supposed. He was staring into the bright blue eyes of the tiny thing they had created. Blue eyes like her mother. Strange that the small little girl hadn’t cried out like he thought all babies did when they were born. But he could see that the child was breathing just fine, and looking about.
“Faith,” Nadine breathed softly. She and Kerchak had talked about the sort of names they both liked, and ultimately Kerchak had simply left the decision with her after he told her which ones he liked or disliked. Patrick was named the same way, with guidance from his father, but ultimately it was Nadine’s choice.
“A pretty name for a pretty child, my love.” he responded. He hugged her again, and listened to her breath with his eyes closed for a few moments, his head near her side, and he held her arm while she hugged around one of his. Faith lay quietly, her eyes closed now, on Nadine’s other side, cradled beside her. Kerchak looked up to see his little daughter again, so glad to have been here this time. He looked to his wonderful wife, about to ask her how Patrick’s birth might have differed.
Nadine’s eyes were almost closed, and she seemed so very weary. So pale. The arm beneath his hand he suddenly noticed was not as warm as he thought it should be, and he looked with alarm at his wife’s pallid face and then to the midwife and her assistant, both, he realized working frantically.
“What’s wrong?!” he demanded. It seemed the assistant took forever to speak, and the midwife paid no attention at all, just concentrating on whatever it was she was doing.
“A little bleeding is normal, but Nadine hasn’t stopped. She’s bleeding more now, we have to find out where and try to stop it.” Then she added, as if she might not have said it if the situation weren’t as serious as it was, “She might not survive.” She bent back to take away cloths soaked crimson from the midwife, and exchanged them for bright clean white ones. The redhead assisted with whatever whispered instructions she was given. Once she ran over to a cabinet on the other side of the delivery room and came back with a round bottle of red liquid, which she pushed into Kerchak’s hand.
“Make her drink if you can, the more the better.”
Kerchak immediately opened the bottle and leaned in to Nadine. “Nadine, dear heart. I have a drink for you,” Nadine didn’t open her eyes, but she breathed, as if she meant to say something in return. “No don’t talk, just drink. I know you’re tired, it will help you feel better.” Kerchak held the bottle to her lips, gods so pale. He carefully poured some for her, and she swallowed slowly. “More, now, it’s a lot. Drink it all, love.” Slowly he helped her drink. Twice she stopped and seemed to lapse to sleep, and twice, alarmed, he had roused her enough to drink more. Never once did she open her eyes.
Kerchak wished and prayed to whatever powers it might be that she’d just wake and open her eyes. He’d never been a religious person, finding most of it distasteful, even if he lived by the way some of them taught. But now he was wishing with all his might that the Light, or whatever it was they called it now, would hear and allow this one thing to happen, this one request. Any price was worth it if his wife would just not leave him right now. Oh please don’t leave.
“Kerchak…” The midwife was just standing there now, her arms and most of the front of her splashed with the lifeblood of his mate. So much… The woman looked absolutely distraught, and miserable for her lack of ability. Kerchak could see the inevitable in her eyes.
“No,” he begged. She winced and stepped back, as if distance would shield her from his grief. Her own grief. Nadine was her friend.
“Kerchak, there’s nothing more I can do, she’s lost too much blood. She’s bleeding internally and I can’t stop it. Even if I could, at this point she won’t recover.
“But she drank all the potion…” his mind was reeling. Nadine… What was he going to do without Nadine?
“I know. It didn’t help enough. I… I don’t have the skill to help her any more than I tried. I’m so sorry. Mr. Reinsson,” she used a formal address, the better to deal with what would happen, “you have a new baby daughter, and a young son. They need you right now more than ever.”
Kerchak looked to the tiny bundle still nestled next to his wife, whose slow breathing had stopped. The assistant had lowered Nadine’s legs from the special arches they had been in, and raised a sheet to cover her. Kerchak lost the grip on his emotions completely. He collapsed in uncontrollable sobs.
Awkward, the midwife ushered her assistant from the room, slipping out as well to leave the poor man to his grief. She would come back in a few moments to be sure he remembered his daughter and to help him adjust, but for now he needed to be alone. She pushed aside her own feelings for now and sadly informed the guests, mostly friends of Kerchak and Nadine, not many family, of Nadine’s death. Numbly she answered their horrified questions, returned hugs of sorrow and comforted. Her poor assistant, never having experienced this before, followed her example, though her face was as wet as those she dealt with.
After a time, the midwife opened the door to the birthing room and stepped inside. She found Kerchak sitting next to Nadine, but no longer crying. He stroked her hair from her face and just stared at her. Faith lay untouched, silent.
The midwife strode across the room, slightly worried, but Faith was only laying quietly, no harm to her. She picked up the tiny child gently, noting how the bright eyes so resembled her mother’s. She stepped back around the table and simply put Faith into Kerchak’s arms, giving him no choice but to take the girl or let her be dropped to the floor.
Kerchak stared at his daughter for a long moment, motionless, holding his breath. Finally he remembered to breathe and with the intake of air, it seemed he recovered somewhat from the numbness that had struck him. The man recalled himself, and his children. The midwife knew he would still grieve for a very long time. She had never seen a couple as devoted to each other as they had been. But he had their children, and that would help him.
He stood with the oddly silent child and took one last look at his beloved.
“Go. Be with your family, Mr. Reinsson. I’ll take care of her.” the midwife assured. She pushed him gently toward the door.
He paused and hugged his daughter as tightly as he dared, then opened the door and stepped into the crowded and sorrowful hall outside.I'm comin up so you better get this party started
Get this party started on a Saturday night
Everbody's waiting for me to arrive
Sending out the message to all of my friends
We'll be looking flashy in my Mercedes Benz
I got lots of style check my gold diamond rings
I can go for miles if you know what I mean
I'm coming up so you better get this party started
I'm coming up I'm comin
I'm coming up so you better get this party started
Pumping up the volume breaking down to the beat
Cruisin through the west side we'll be checking the scene
Boulevarders freakin as i'm coming up fast
I'll be burning rubber you'll be kissing my ass
Pull up to the bumper, get out of the car
License plates a stunner number one super star
Making my connection as I enter the room
Everybody's chillen as I set up the groove
Pumping up the volume with this brand new beat
Everybody's dancing and they're dancing for me
I'm your operator you can call anytime
I'll be your connection to the party line