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28th February 2010 / Perth Amboy New Jersey
JON'S POV:
There I stood, or rather paced around the waiting room, ignoring all of the strange glances from the people around me. My eyes continuously flickered between the door, my watch, and the clock on the wall.
Nearing two hours. Two hours since I'd seen my daughter. Nearly three hours since her water had broken. And no matter how normal I tried to convince myself that it all was, the fact that nobody had come down to assure me that things were okay was beginning to get to me.
I mean, to all of our surprise, not long after Faye's water had broken she'd started having intense contractions. She'd been in real agony on the car drive here. The baby had been pretty clear that they wanted out. Even Doctor Brandon had seemed alarmed when we arrived. He checked her dilation and was completely shocked by how quickly she was ready to give birth. He'd said usually that kind of speed was reserved for second and third babies.
And I'd quickly been shooed from the room. During the actual birth they had a visitor limit of two, and Faye had chosen Haylee to no one's surprise.
She'd been in there for at least two and a half hours and no one had come to tell me anything. Had she been pushing all that time? I didn't want to think about it, I was just so panicked.
By the time my wife burst through the door, I was just about ready to explode.
She hugged me straight away, pulling me out to the hallway and latching herself on to me.
"How is she?" I asked desperately, pulling away to examine her facial expression. To my endless relief, she was smiling. "How's the baby? How's everything?"
She laughed, pressing a finger to my lips. "Fine, all of it," she cooed, "It all went perfectly, everything's wonderful."
I just about collapsed with relief, thankful that we were out of sight of the others in the waiting room. "Oh thank God, I've been pacing round like a loon. How's Faye? Is she alright now? Not in pain or anything?"
"No, she's alright. Just exhausted as you can imagine."
I let out a deep breath, nodding. "Yeah, course."
"She was wonderful Jonny, I don't know if I've ever been more proud, I wish you could've been there to see the moment she first held the little one."
I could just picture it. Faye, a mother. Nate, a proud father just like I had been. "God, I've got to see her. Can I go up?"
Haylee bit her lip to contain her smile. Not that it really contained anything, her smile was ear to ear, her eyes welling up with happy tears. "Yes!" She squealed. "Come on!"
We began to run to the stairs, only my steps slowed as one fact finally hit me. As my initial worries and fears began to leave and excitement started to take their place, I came to terms with what had just actually happened. I almost jumped for joy; laughed, grasped Haylee by the shoulders. "God, I'm a grandpa!"
