January 21, 2014
Snowy and icy as hell, extreme advisory, roads closed.
Valeria was freezing. Well, at least her toes and fingers were. Alright, so she was just uncomfortable in general. A week overdue, one hell of a snowstorm, and painful cramps were just not what she wanted to deal with right now. The pregnancy had been fairly smooth, she wasn't going to complain about that, but anyone would be tired of being a balloon and having a baby kicking at her ribs at any given time. Currently, she was alternating between sitting on the sofa and pacing the room. Sitting was generally easier on her back but the walking was easing the pressure she was currently feeling bearing down on her hips.
"I'd love you to relax a little, baby." She murmured softly to her tummy, making a face as the cramping continued. Alright, she wanted this baby out and soon but in the middle of one of the most intense snow storms was generally not a good idea. Especially with the roads as bad as they were. Now was not the time, besides, she'd completely convinced herself that this was just cramping, not contractions. They'd go away soon, right?
Alright, enough pacing. Val settled back onto the sofa, draping the blanket over herself with a slight murmur of discomfort. "Bastian?" She called, lips pressing together with concern, hands rubbing along the bottom of her tummy as if that would soothe away the pain she was feeling. "Just...out of curiosity, what happens when women go into labor and there's too much snow?" Of course this would happen, everything else had gone too smoothly. She took in several deep breaths to calm her nerves. "Hypothetically, of course." Hopefully hypothetically, Val mentally corrected herself but there was absolutely no need to spread panic around the house.
Calmness would do everyone good, she was feeling jittery enough for the lot of them and they could totally handle this, right? It was no big deal, women had babies at home all the time in the middle of winter in pioneer days. Of course a lot of them had complications and baby or mother didn't survive and sometimes, even both. Oh, God. Deep breaths, deep breaths. "I mean, what if it wasn't hypothetical? Like, what if I might be going into labor? She's already a week late, it's gotta be soon and the snow's still coming..."
Bastian had enjoyed his wife's pregnancy. Well. Most of it, anyway. There had been some not so fun parts... like rolling out of bed at 5 am to get Val some breakfast from a fast food joint, or a few minor arguments they'd had... but mostly it had been fun. He had enjoyed seeing her belly grown, and had been fascinated by the feeling of the baby moving around in there. He had read so many books on the subject that he'd gotten himself worked up into a fit of worry at one point. Logan had ended up taking the books and hiding them to keep that from happening again. The boy didn't understand what the big deal was. But he didn't know that his mother had run off to have him, or that Bastian didn't know about him until he'd been dropped on the doorstep. And he wasn't going to know that, if Bastian could do anything to prevent it.
The baby being overdue was something he was trying not to worry too much about. The doctors said it was normal, especially for a first pregnancy. He wouldn't be a very good father or husband if he didn't worry, but he did try to keep it from getting out of hand. Especially with the storm moving in. The night before the storm was due to hit, Bastian had told every parent that had come to pick up their child from the daycare center that they would be closed the following day because of it. He had also put a large notice on the glass doors of the center, and had changed the message on the answering machine as well. It wasn't easy or convenient for the parents, but it was the best way to keep the children safe. He had also kept Logan home from school, though some parents made their children go anyway. Reports of bad weather weren't something to take lightly.
He was in the kitchen taking care of the dishes from lunch and putting away the extra food and other supplies he had bought earlier in the week, and hadn't gotten to putting away yet. Logan was in his room, and Bastian could hear the familiar sounds from Ocarina of Time coming through the open door. When Val called for him, Bastian left the soup can he had been reaching for on the counter and walked into the living room.
"Yeah? What's up?" he asked, moving to kneel on the floor next to her. Her question was not what he was expecting, and he floundered for a moment, trying to come up with a response. He opened his mouth to answer, then closed it again when she continued speaking. At the mention of going into labor, his heart stopped for a fraction of a second and his eyes widened slightly in surprise. But seeing her worry, he took her hands in his and kissed them. "If you are, then we'll get through it together. I've done enough reading I have some idea of what to do. Besides. Women have been giving birth for thousands of years, before hospitals were even thought of."
Okay, yes, so a lot of women back in the ancient and medieval times and even up through parts of the twentieth century died giving birth. But they didn't know as much back then about hygiene and the like as they did in modern times. Val and their baby would be perfectly fine. They had to be, because otherwise Bastian would become a big ball of depression that he would never completely recover from.