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“Erich,” Je
His eyes flew open. He jumped up. “Je
“I think I’d better get to the hospital.” He got out of bed quickly, put his arms around her. “Something told me to come in here tonight, to be near you. I fell asleep thinking how wonderful it will be when our little boy is in that bassinette.”
It had been weeks since he had touched her. She had not realized how starved she had been for the feeling of arms around her. She reached up her hands to his face.
In the dark her fingers felt the curve of his face, the softness of his eyelids.
She shivered.
“What is it, dear? Are you all right?”
She sighed. “I don’t know why but just for a minute I was so frightened. You’d think this was my first baby, wouldn’t you?”
The overhead light in the delivery room was very bright. It hurt her eyes. She was slipping in and out of consciousness. Erich, masked and coated like the doctors and nurses, was watching her. Why did Erich watch her all the time?
A last rush of pain. Now, she thought, now. Dr. Elmendorf held up a small, limp body. All of them bending over it. “Oxygen.”
The baby had to be all right. “Give him to me.” But her lips didn’t form the words. She couldn’t move her lips.
“Let me see him,” Erich said. He sounded anxious, nervous. Then she heard his dismayed whisper. “He has hair like the girls, dark red hair!”
When she opened her eyes again the room was dark. A nurse was sitting by the bed.
“The baby?”
“He’ll be fine,” the nurse said soothingly. “He just gave us a little scare. Try to sleep.”
“My husband?”
“He’s gone home.”
What was it Erich had said in the delivery room? She couldn’t remember.
She drifted in and out of sleep. In the morning a pediatrician came in. “I’m Dr. Bovitch. The baby’s lungs aren’t fully developed. He’s in trouble but we’ll pull him through, Mother. I promise you that. However, since you gave your religion as Roman Catholic we thought it best to have him baptized last night.”
“Is he that sick? I want to see him.”
“You can walk down to the nursery in a little while. We can’t take him out of the oxygen yet. Kevin’s a beautiful little baby, Mrs. Krueger.”
“Kevin!”
“Yes. Before the priest baptized him he asked your husband what you pla
Erich came in with an armful of long-stemmed red roses. “Je
“Why did you tell them his name was Kevin MacPartland?”
“Darling, they said they didn’t think he’d survive more than a few hours. I thought we’d save the name Erich for a son who would live. It was the only other name that came to my mind. I thought you’d be pleased.”
“Change it.”
“Of course, darling. He’ll be Erich Krueger the fifth on his birth certificate.”
The week she was in the hospital Je
She was discharged from the hospital when the baby was five days old. For the next three weeks she went back there every four hours during the day to nurse him. Sometimes Erich drove her. Other times he gave her the car. “Anything for the baby, darling.”
The girls got used to her leaving them. At first they fussed, then became resigned. “It’s all right,” Beth told Tina. “Daddy will mind us and we have fun with him.”
Erich heard. “Who do you like best, Mommy or me?” He tossed them in the air.
“You, Daddy,” Tina giggled. Je
Beth hesitated, glanced at Je
Finally, the day after Thanksgiving, she was allowed to bring the baby home. Tenderly, she dressed the small body, glad to hand back the coarse hospital shirt and replace it with a new one, washed once to soften the cotton fibers. A long flowered nightgown, the blue woolen sacque and bo
It was bitterly cold out. November had brought snow, ice-tipped, constant. Wind whispered through the trees, stirring the naked branches into restless movement. Smoke wisped constantly from the chimneys in the house, from the office, blew over the ridge from Clyde and Rooney’s home near the cemetery.
The girls were ecstatic over their little brother, each pleading to hold him. Sitting beside them on the couch, Je
Mark and Emily dropped by to see him. “He’s beautiful,” Emily declared. “Erich is showing his picture to everyone.”
“Thank you for your flowers,” Je
The “apparently” was a deliberate choice of words. She was certain that Mrs. Hanover was home when she called.
“They’re so happy for you… and for Erich, of course,” Emily said hastily. “I’m just hoping I’m giving someone over here ideas.” She laughed in Mark’s direction.
He smiled back at her.
You don’t make remarks like that until you’re pretty sure of yourself, Je
She tried to make conversation. “Well, Dr. Garrett, how do you judge my son? Would he win a prize at the county fair?”
“A thoroughbred, for sure,” Mark replied. What was there in his voice? A worried tone? Pity? Did he see something as fragile in the baby as she did?
She was sure of it.
Rooney was a born nurse. She loved to give the baby the supplemental bottle after Je
Je
“I’d like that.”
He moved the four-poster to the south wall of the master bedroom. She left the partition open between that room and the small one. The bassinette was kept there. She could hear every sound the baby made.
Erich still hadn’t moved back into their room. “You need your rest a little longer, Je
“You can come in with me. I’d like that.”
“Not yet.”
Then she realized she was relieved. The baby consumed her every thought. At the end of the first month he had lost six ounces. The pediatrician looked grave. “We’ll increase the formula in the supplemental bottle. I’m afraid your milk isn’t rich enough for him. Are you eating properly? Is anything upsetting you? Remember a relaxed mother has a happier baby.”
She forced herself to eat, to nibble, to drink milk shakes. The baby would start to nurse eagerly then tire and fall asleep. She told the doctor that.
“We’d better do some tests.”
The baby was in the hospital three days. She slept in a room near the nursery. “Don’t worry about my girls, Je
“I know you will, Erich.”
She lived for the moments she could hold the baby.
One of the valves in the baby’s heart was defective. “He’ll need an operation later on, but we can’t risk it yet.”