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there is a bit of a kerfuffle, then, “Here we are. Wow, what a
whopper!” But wait a minute. Now there’s silence.
    Why
isn’t she crying yet?
    More
silence, and I panic all over again as I watch/see the midwife wrap a pinky,
purply, gross little body in a blanket.
    “Is she
OK? Is she breathing? Just bloody pinch her, OK?” There’s a ripple of laughter,
which is quickly covered up by a few coughs, then I hear it.
    First a
whimpering that gets louder and louder, turning into a full-blown angry cry as
they whip her off to get weighed. I’m crying again, Henry too, and he’s
stroking my hair, and all of a sudden everything is perfect. Who cares about
the horrible house, or a car that only has two back seats, or that Henry nearly
missed the birth? He’s here now; we’re a wonderful family. Henry, Dottie,
Arthur, Mabel and baby girl Martha.
    “Well,
he’s a healthy weight, that’s for sure,” the midwife says. “Nine pounds,
thirteen ounces. And what a head! There’s no way you’d have turned this boy,
and he obviously knew it!”
    “She!”
Henry and I both shout in unison, looking at the middle-aged woman who is
carrying our still-crying daughter towards us. The baby’s blanket is already
stained with blood.
    Seriously,
how is she allowed to be holding babies if she can’t even get the sex right?
    “No,
definitely not a she,” she says, smiling, “I’ve been doing this a very long
time, and I can tell the difference, you know.” She winks as Henry and I glance
at each other, confused. Then, lowering her arms so we can see the tiny
scrunched-up red face, she says, “Congratulations! It’s a beautiful bouncing
baby boy.”
     
     
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