Tarnished Gold (Landry 5) - Page 72

process.

"Push when you have the contractions, honey.

This way two forces, the contraction and your

pushing, combine to move the baby and saves you

some energy," she advised. I did as she said and soon

I began to feel the baby's movement.

My own grunts and cries filled my ears, so I

didn't hear the grunts and cries coming from Gladys

Tate, but I caught a glimpse of Octavious holding her

hand and continually trying to calm her. She had her

legs up and was actually pushing down on her

padding so that it slipped off her stomach and toward

her legs.

"He's coming!" Mama announced, and we all

knew it was a boy. The room was a cacophony of bedlam: Gladys's mad cries (louder than mine), Octavious trying to get her to stop, my own screams, Mama mumbling prayers and orders, and then that great sense of completion, that sweet feeling of

emptiness followed by my baby's first cry.

His tiny voice stopped my screams and

Gladys's as well. Mama held him up, the placenta still

attached and dangling.

"He's big," Mama exclaimed. "Big enough to

do well even though he's early."

I tried to catch my breath, my eyes fixed on the

wonder that had emerged from my body, the living

thing that had dwelled inside my stomach.

Mama cut and tied the cord and then began to

wash the baby, doing everything quickly and with an

expertise born of years and years of experience, while

I lay back trying to get my heart to slow, my breathing

regular. When I gazed at Gladys Tate, I saw she was

mesmerized by the sight of the baby. She didn't move.

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