Pins and Needles
July 31st, 1980
Push? What the hell do they think I'm doing? Sippin' cocktails? As if my pushing is going to get this baby out faster. Or maybe it will. I push one last time and then... Nothing. No scream. No cry. No baby talk. Silence.
The nurses rush off, all except one of them. "It's a boy," she says with a smile and then rushes off after the rest of them.
I look at Frank in pure terror, he looks back at me and by the look in his eyes I can just tell he's thinking the same thing I am.
Something's wrong with our baby boy.
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