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This is from Kristy....here ya go. This is about Sean's birth.
It’s Not A Sistah
“Sistah,” Allie said for the 50th time that day as Braden picked up his two year old daughter.
“You think so huh?” Braden asked as they approached Morgan and her ever growing belly.
“Yesth,” she lisped.
“Whatever it is I want it out,” Morgan groaned as she attempted to get up.
Braden held his hand out and pulled her up to her feet. “I wish you would stay home from work. I know your feet must be killing you.”
“I’ll need the time after sistah is born and despite your overtime we could use all the income we can get even with Mia watching Allie free of charge in the evenings.”
“Well I still don’t like it,” Braden said. “You have what around 2 weeks left?”
“Yeah and I’m counting each and every day,” Morgan said yawning.
A week later Morgan was in the middle of her shift at the diner, the lunch crowd was gone and they were preparing for the dinner throng when she felt a stabbing pain in her lower stomach. It was brief but made her stop what she was doing and breathe through it. It took her by surprise and felt nothing like her labor pains with Allie. She briefly thought about calling Braden but then her best customer came in and she was quickly distracted.
Braden was busy wiping down the ambulance when his thoughts of being a father again overwhelmed him. He was thrilled that they were going to be parents for a second time but the fear of monetary shortfalls along with sleep shortfalls began to plague him. He insisted that Morgan take at least 6 weeks off after the birth if not more. Mia, Carrie and Katie all stepped up in their offers of babysitting whenever their schedules allowed was going to help immensely but it was still going to be tight throwing Braden into the never ending saga of overtime. He had to take all that he could get but at the same time he would be missing so much at home and wouldn’t be there to support his wife and it killed him.
Sherry hadn’t seen Morgan for several minutes and was beginning to get worried. She pulled out her cell phone and called Braden. Maybe he could talk some sense into her about going home or to the hospital. But her call went right to voice mail. “He must be on a call,” she sighed.
Sherry finally checked the break room where she found Morgan panting and forcing air from her lungs. “I just tried to call Braden but he didn’t answer,” Sherry said.
“Here, speed dial B-work,” Morgan said handing off the phone. “They can tell you where he is.”
Doing as she was told Sherry found out that Braden was indeed on a call and they would have him check in as soon as he could. She then offered to call them back and have them send an ambulance but Morgan declined. “It took forever for Allie to come I have plenty of time,” she assured her friend.
Sherry wasn’t so sure but tried to make Morgan as comfortable as possible. Braden’s call ended up being minor and nobody needed transport to the hospital. He checked his phone and saw that he had a new voice mail and when he discovered Sherry’s message he immediately began driving towards the diner.
“Where are you going?” his partner Paul asked.
“Unit 51 we a have message for you to call your wife as soon as possible,” the radio crackled.
“Is it time?” Paul shrieked.
“I have no idea, but she isn’t much of a drama queen so we’re going to check it out,” Braden said trying to resist turning the lights and siren on.
The large vehicle skidded into the lot with Braden practically jumping out before it completely stopped. He threw the front door open and demanded to know where Morgan was. Braden quickly made his way to the back and saw his wife lying on the couch obviously uncomfortable.
“Hey babe how are you?” Braden asked gently.
“I think something’s wrong,” she panted.
“Why?” Braden asked quickly as he got her blood pressure and pulse.
“The pain is different, I know when you were born the cord was wrapped around your neck and I think that’s what’s happening,” Morgan ranted.
Braden relaxed a bit knowing that Morgan was just upset and her fear was getting the best of her. “Let me take a look,” he urged.
“No I don’t want you to look,” she gasped.
“Honey I’ve seen it before.”
“Not like this.”
“I saw Allie born, now I need to see what’s going on,” Braden said already moving into action.
“Okay but I am not happy about this.”
“Has your water broken?” Braden asked already knowing the answer as he was met with a crowning head.
“I think so,” Morgan replied.
“Was it clear?” Braden asked as he gently massaged Morgan to get her to relax and allow her to accommodate baby’s head.
“Yeah I think so. Braden I’m so worried. Where’s Allie?”
“Mia had a meeting so my dad picked her up, don’t worry she’s fine. Now listen you are very close I can see the baby’s head,” Braden said as he pulled out a bag of lactated ringers.
“What? Is it a boy or girl?” Morgan asked
“Honey I can't even tell if it’s human yet,” Braden teased preparing her arm for the IV.
“That is not funny,” Morgan snapped. “What are you doing?” she asked as he pulled some tape out.
“Sorry babe,” Braden apologized and planted a kiss on her forehead. “I have to get a line in you so you can some get some fluids.”
“Don’t do that, that’s how we got here in the first place,” she said speaking of the kiss, “and why do I need fluids?”
“I think it was a bit more than that,” Braden chided. “And you had fluids with Allison it’s just standard now hold still.”
“Why are your hands purple?” Morgan asked in a panic as Braden worked.
“They’re gloves, I put my gloves on, it’s protocol we have to keep you and the baby safe and germ free. Sherry can you find me something clean to wrap the baby in when it comes out?” Braden asked trying to find something for the poor woman to do.
“Why are the purple?” Morgan asked a near panic.
“Because they are, now listen to me I’ve done this before and you’ll be just fine,” Braden calmly reassured his wife as he finished with IV.
“You have? When? This isn’t supposed to be how it is, we are supposed to be in a hospital with doctors and nurses and little bubbles to put the baby in and none of that is here. You are supposed to be standing by my head stroking my hair and whispering encouragement in my ear. You are not supposed to be down there delivering the baby,” Morgan said her voice rising.
“Maybe not but there isn’t much of a choice, on your next contraction I want you to push,” Braden instructed.
“No we need to call 911,” she declared.
“Babe I am 911 and I’m already here so see everything will be fine, now get ready to push.”
Morgan took a deep breath and as the pain enveloped her she began to push that new life out into the world. After several minutes of pushing, resting, encouraging and pure determination a new Winchester slipped into the world. Braden pulled his son into his arms and began to stimulate the baby getting that first eventful cry.
“What is it?” Morgan asked breathlessly as Braden wrapped the baby in the apron that Sherry had brought.
The cord cut and face wiped Braden handed the baby to his partner to show his wife so he could ensure all was going well with Morgan.
“Well Allie is going to be pissed,” he hinted.
“It’s a boy?” she asked.
“It’s no sistah,” Braden said mimicking his daughter’s favorite word of late.
“Thank God, one of each because I am not doing this again,” she sighed.
“Okay my dear wife and mother of two we need to get you both to the hospital and checked out,” Braden said taking his son back for a moment before he handed him off to Sherry to help Morgan onto the gurney.
“Is he okay?” she asked shifting her weight.
“He is just fine, but we need to get you looked at,” Braden said knowing that bleeding could always become a problem and had no desire to deal with that in the back room of the diner.
They walked through the dining room causing a hush by all the patrons who had assembled worried and waiting. A cheer went up when they saw the little one snuggled in Sherry’s arms. They made it to the parking lot where Dean was standing with Allison in his arms.
“I saw your rig and put two and two together is everything okay?” Dean asked.
“Congratulations Grandpa, it’s a boy,” Braden said smiling.
“Sistah,” Allie said stubbornly not understanding.
As they stood for a minute Braden realized he needed to jump start his partner. “Paul I’m not driving so do you want to climb on up there so we can get going,” Braden urged after they slid Morgan up into the ambulance.
Braden took his baby son and climbed in after his wife both of them glowing as they gazed down at their latest creation.