Sweet Little Thing: A Novella (Sweet Thing) (13 page)

“Do you want to come to my prenatal appointment with me?”

“Absolutely.”

Even though I generally despised being in any sort of medical building, I loved going to the prenatal visits. It was like Christmas when the doctor would put the fetal Doppler to Mia’s belly. The swooshing and thumping of our baby’s heartbeat was the most beautiful music Mia and I had made so far.

We got out of the loft early. Mia had on a gray baby-doll dress, black tights, boots, and a purple scarf. I wore my token hoodie and jeans. It was warming up in the city, and we both marveled at how clear and sunny the sky was.

When we got to Dr. Cho’s, Mia had to do all the initial business: pee test, blood pressure, temperature, and then we were directed into the exam room. Mia undressed from the waist down, hopped up on the table, and covered herself with one of those paper blankets.

The doctor came in, flashed me a cursory smile, and said, “Mr. Ryan.”

“Dr. Cho,” I shot back in a completely monotone voice. You know those people who show zero emotion—there’s no movement in their face or inflection in their voice? That was Dr. Cho. Saying she was robotic would be putting it mildly. She was like a robot from the eighties, completely one-dimensional and glitchy.

She lifted Mia’s shirt and wrapped the measuring tape around her belly. After measuring her, Dr. Cho pressed one hand at the base of Mia’s belly and the other on the top, just below her breasts.

“Hmm,” she said, but nothing changed on her face. She didn’t move for several moments.
Ha, another glitch
.

“Hello?” I said.

She didn’t look at me; her eyes stayed focused on Mia’s stomach. “Mia, I think we need to do an ultrasound.”

There was still no change in her facial expression, but I knew hidden behind her statement was worry, and I could see the worry spreading to Mia as well.

“I’ll be back in a minute.”

Once she was out of the room, Mia let out a huge breath and then her nose scrunched into the expression she makes right before she cries.

I got about five inches from her face and said, “What did she mean, Mia?” My voice was high.

“I don’t know,” she said, looking anxious. I stood and started pacing. The walls were closing in. I put my hand to my head; I was burning up. I walked to the counter and started fumbling frantically through all the medical devices.

“What are you doing, Will? You’re not supposed to touch that stuff.”

“I have to take my temperature. Mia, this is bad news, don’t you see?” I found the electronic thermometer. I placed one of those disposable plastic thingies over it and shoved the probe under my tongue.

Mia stayed on the table and glared at me. “Calm down!” She tried to whisper but it came out in a low, deep mumble. She sounded like Satan.

I started getting dizzy. The thermometer beeped. My temp was ninety-nine point zero degrees. I had a fever. When I went to dispose of the plastic sheathing, the toxic-waste receptacle wouldn’t open from the foot pedal. I had to use my hand.
God, why me?
The room began spinning and suddenly all the germs that had ever been exposed in that environment became visible as tiny floating specks on the walls. In my head I was chanting hepatitis, rotavirus, tetanus, psittacosis, influenza, salmonella, cholera, botulism, anthrax.

“I have to get out of here,” I whispered, out of breath.

As soon as I turned around, robot doctor was in my face. “Sit down, Mr. Ryan. Everything is going to be fine.” She was wheeling in the ultrasound machine.

I sat back in a chair and tried to calm my breathing. I looked at Mia; she was shaking her head at me. It wasn’t disappointment on her face—it was anger. Her eyes got smaller and beady and then she growled. I’m not exaggerating; she actually fucking growled at me.

Her entire stomach moved; something jutted out from one side, pressing against the inside of her belly like a giant alien baby trying to get out. Mia was saying something but I couldn’t hear her, I could only see her mouth moving in slow motion.

I blinked, trying desperately to clear my vision. Dr. Cho began squirting the clear gel on Mia’s stomach. My head felt heavy as I started to sway back and forth. A black haze began filling my vision from the outside in. Mia looked at the doctor and pointed to the tongue depressors on the counter. Dr. Cho handed her one, and then Mia’s chin jutted out, and she flicked her arm back and threw the damn thing right at my face. It hit my nose with a thwack and fell to the floor. Suddenly all my senses were back.

“Breathe!” she yelled.

I gasped for air; my eyes were about to pop out of my head. You would have thought I had just run a marathon by the way I was breathing. I finally calmed and stood up on shaky legs. Dr. Cho still had no expression on her face even though I’d nearly passed out in front of her.

Mia was looking at the monitor. The ultrasound machine was on and squiggly lines were dancing across the screen. Moving sluggishly toward the exam table, I took her hand in mine and began to rub the back of it. We both watched in awe as our baby appeared before our eyes.

When Mia finally looked back at me, I mouthed, “I’m sorry,” but she wasn’t angry anymore, she was touched.

Dr. Cho moved the ultrasound transducer across Mia’s belly and then pointed to the screen. “See here.” When we both nodded enthusiastically, she said, “He’s still breech. That’s his head at the top.”

“He?” Mia and I said in unison.

That has to be the biggest rookie mistake. Blowing it for the first-time parents who want the sex of their child to be a surprise should be illegal. Doctors and technicians should be fined for that. Yeah, I know doctors are only human, but I’m only human too and I was fined for public intoxication. I didn’t hurt anybody; I didn’t spoil one of the only true surprises in life for two excited parents just starting out. I’d entertained people on the corner that night, but still I was arrested and fined.

Dr. Cho looked pale with a greenish tint. Robot doctor finally turned human. That’s what it takes sometimes, a brutally humbling experience. She placed her hand over her mouth as her eyes grew wider with shock.

I guess fining her would be a little extreme. I had a feeling it would be the first and last time she’d burn the turkey.

“I’m so sorry,” she murmured through her cupped hand.

I shook my head at her. Mia’s was turned away from me, still gazing at the monitor. I leaned over and noticed that she was crying.

She looked up me and smiled. “I want to name him Allen,” she squeaked as tears dripped from her chin.

I bent and kissed her and then goddammit, I started crying too. “Yes, baby, we can name him Allen.”

That was Mia’s late father’s name. Allen Kelly was a guy I wished I’d known. Every time I was at the café Mia had inherited from him, someone would bring up his name. He was admired in the neighborhood and greatly missed. Known as a truly free spirit who had done right by the people he loved, Allen’s memory would live on in our son. I said the words “our son” to myself as I watched him suck his thumb, cozy and safe inside Mia’s belly.

“So his head is up still?” Mia asked.

“Yes,” Dr. Cho replied simply.

“What does that mean?” I said.

“I don’t deliver breech babies vaginally. It means that Mia will have to have a C-section or find another doctor.”

Mia’s stare was determined. “What about an ECV?” she said as if she were a medical doctor herself.

“What’s an ECV? That sounds dangerous!”

“It’s a procedure to turn the baby and it sounds dangerous because it is. There is a much higher risk with that than scheduling a C-section.”

“I don’t want a C-section.” Mia looked so shattered. “Is there any way he’ll turn on his own?”

Dr. Cho’s face was sympathetic, something I didn’t think was possible. “It’s unlikely at this stage. My recommendation is to go ahead and schedule your cesarean section for the thirty-eighth week. You’ll be full term and the baby won’t likely come before then. I’m very sorry,” she said and then left the room.

Mia put her tights and boots back on without looking at me. She was quiet, inside her head.

“Talk to me.” I said.

She looked up, right into my eyes, and then lost it. She moved toward me quickly and buried her head in my chest. I wrapped my arms around her as she began releasing heavy sobs.

I rubbed her back and tried to soothe her. “Shh, baby. Everything is going to be okay. It doesn’t matter how that baby gets to us. We should be happy he’s okay.”

“Mm hmm. I know.”

“He didn’t want to turn.” I lightened my tone and she laughed a little through tears. “Lazy little fucker,” I said finally.

She looked up at me. “I can’t believe everything I’ve done to prepare for this and I don’t even get to try.”

“You’re the toughest girl I know. You would have succeeded.”

“You think so?”

She looked like a defeated child in that moment.

“Yeah, I do. Let’s get outta here and go for a walk.”

We found one of our favorite streets to stroll down and window-shop. I got excited thinking about having a little boy.

“Drums, I’m gonna get him on the drums first, then piano,” I said to Mia excitedly as I walked backward up the street in front of her.

Her mood started to lighten as the reality set in. We were going to have a boy.

“Oh my God, Will, isn’t that the cutest?” Mia stopped when something caught her eye in a store window.

It was a grey newsboy hat for a baby and a matching one for a dad. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and swayed back and forth.

“That would look adorable on you two,” she said. “I’m coming back tomorrow when they’re open and buying that. You’ll wear it, won’t you?” she pleaded. The color and life had returned to her cheeks.

“Of course, baby.”

I pulled her along and across the street. “Let’s get a cab—I want to get you home and into bed.”

“Hey, wait, I think that’s Lauren,” Mia said. She picked up her pace and began walking briskly. I followed but let her go ahead of me a few strides. “Oh my God, it is. I have to go talk to her, Will.”

I recognized Lauren and knew Mia had formed some kind of special bond with her. She believed that Lauren had helped open her eyes during our time apart. Whatever Lauren had done or said, it stopped Mia from treating my heart like a pincushion. I saw a taxi headed our way, so I flagged it down and asked him to wait as I watched Mia approach Lauren. They talked and hugged as I looked on with curiosity.

When Mia finally turned around and headed toward me, she had a little bounce in her step. Leaning up on her toes, she whispered in my ear, “It’s all because of her.”

I looked past Mia to Lauren, who was smiling. I smiled back, blew her a kiss, and mouthed, “Good-bye, Lauren, you sweet thing.”

We slid into the back of the cab. Mia shouted our address to the cabbie and then snuggled into a ball next to me.

“What did she say to you?”

“She said congratulations.”

“That’s it?”

“She said something like listen to the music because the answers are there.”

I laughed. “Oh my God, it’s Martha in the making.”

Mia laughed with me. “She’s older, Will. She has kids. She’s been through all this. I think she was just reminding me to stay true to myself.”

Squeezing her hand, I bent over to speak to my son. “Hey, man, be good to your mommy and turn over.” I kissed her belly and looked up to see her expression.

With a smile barely touching the corner of her mouth, she said, “Do you want to go into the studio and mess around for a bit?”

She was trying to get her mind off the disappointing news from the doctor. Apparently the answers were in the music.

“Ooh, that’s sounds hot.”

“I meant musically.”

“Yeah, I know,” I said, but I had other plans for her.

“W
e have an idea,” I said, as Tyler and I stood in front of our very pregnant wives.

They were sitting on the couch in our loft, looking up at us skeptically with their arms crossed over their plump bellies.

Tyler waved his giant arms around. “Just hear us out.”

Jenny looked away and rolled her eyes.

“We’re listening,” Mia said.

I addressed Mia first. “Okay, you and I know the exact date that our baby will be born, and Jenny is not due for another month and a half, so…”

“Spit it out!” Jenny snapped.

I put on the most serious face I could muster. “We’re about to embark on a journey.” I used the
Twilight Zone
voice. “Full of involuntary sleepless nights, throw-up, and out-of-control behavior. Our freedom will no longer exist; our identities will vanish before our very eyes. We. Will. Be. PARENTS!” I mimicked loud, thundering music.

“Glad you’re excited,” Mia said.

“What’s the one thing we should do before that becomes a reality?” Tyler asked.

I waited.

Mia looked at Jenny and shrugged. “Take out a life insurance policy?”

“Eeehh.” Tyler made a buzzer sound.

Jenny said, “Come on, you guys. Let’s be honest, Mia and I are already parents.” She held her hands out, gesturing toward Tyler and me. “This is about you guys. Cut to the chase.”