Baby Come Back

CHAPTER 19

 

 

 

 

I had been dozing so peacefully when somewhere I heard a baby crying. It was a newborn baby’s cry, I could tell. Was that my baby? I willed my eyes to open to see if I had delivered our baby boy yet.

 

The first thing I saw was Tristan’s face. He was sitting next to my bed. He was watching me.

 

“About damn time you got here, Tristan.”

 

He immediately leaned over and kissed me. I noticed he was holding a tiny, swaddled bundle in his arms.

 

“Is he okay?” I croaked, looking at Tristan’s face.

 

“He is perfect, Gina. He weighs six and a half pounds but he is a tough little guy.”

 

“I want to see him. I want to hold him.”

 

Tristan lowered the baby down into my waiting arms. The rails were up on both sides of my hospital bed. He tucked the baby against me, making sure he propped a pillow under my arm to continue supporting his head without having to keep my arm lifted.

 

I pulled the receiving blanket around him to keep him warm. He had a little blue knit cap on his head. I could see dark hair poking out around the edges. His eyes were wide and alert. They were a very deep blue for now. He had Tristan’s nose and chin; his tiny eyebrows were arched the same way as Tristan’s. There wasn’t anything about him that looked like Ian.

 

“Oh Tristan,” I breathed, “He’s yours.”

 

“Of course he’s mine, Gina. You both are mine,” he said.

 

“Reese Patrick Sinclair,” I said, looking into his tiny, wide-eyed face. Your mommy and daddy adore you.”

 

He was squirming around, making cute little faces, sucking on his fingers. I suddenly knew what all the fuss was about. I knew what Tylar had felt after she had given birth to Preston. This was the ultimate love.

 

Tristan explained what had happened during labor. The placenta was separating, and there was a tear that started in my uterine wall. The doctor had performed an emergency C-Section; he had repaired the uterine tear as well. I would be in the hospital for a few days.

 

“Before I forget to bitch at you Tristan, do you mind telling me where the hell you were?”

 

“The extra hours I have been spending at the club, Gina, were not about working there. I’ve been actually making a wooden cradle for the baby in the basement there. I was trying like hell to get it finished up so that I could surprise you with it before he arrived. I think his early arrival will make it necessary for me to get it sanded and stained while you recuperate here.”

 

“Oh, Tristan,” I said, my eyes filling up with tears. “I take back all those cuss words I left on your voicemail.”

 

“Too late, babe; they already singed my hair when I listened to your messages.”

 

The nurse came in and out throughout the night to offer me pain meds and check on my vitals. She told me that I would have to take it easy once home because of the bikini cut incision I had. She had put antibiotic cream on it to help with the healing and minimize the scar.

 

The next day and a half Reese and I spent all of our time together getting to know one another. The nursing staff and lactation consultant helped me get him situated for feeding. Because I had undergone a C-Section, the signal for my milk to come in was going to be delayed a bit. I was glad that the hospital staff had more patience than I did. I was also thankful that Reese seemed to ‘go with the flow’, or in this case, without the flow. Tristan had been in and out to visit while working to finish the cradle before we got home the following day.

 

I hadn’t seen Tylar since the day that Reese had been born. I had asked Tristan about her when he had called me earlier in the day. He said that he would check with Trey to see when they were coming down to visit. I was anxious for my BFF and soon to be sister-in-law to see our beautiful son. Clive and Susan had left this morning for Atlanta. They were driving. Susan had packed their car full of baby items for the nursery. Tristan had already warned me.

 

I had just finished eating from my dinner tray when Tristan arrived. Reese was asleep in the bassinet that stayed in my hospital room. I could tell that something was wrong.

 

Oh God. Had something happened to my mother? She wasn’t due in until tomorrow when I was released. What if his parents had been in an accident?

 

“What is it, Tristan?”

 

He came over and sat on the edge of my bed. He took my hand into his and kissed it softly. He was really scaring the hell out of me.

 

“What?”

 

“Tylar lost the baby. She delivered a still-born baby girl this afternoon at St. Matthews. She doesn’t know yet.”

 

“What the hell? What do you mean she doesn’t know?”

 

“Keep calm, Gina. She is going to be fine. It’s just that she had a serious infection of some sort; there was hemorrhaging involved. The doctor couldn’t get any vitals on the baby so they induced labor and she delivered a stillborn baby. She had to be given a blood transfusion because of the amount of blood she lost.”

 

“Oh my God,” I breathed, unable to fathom what this was going to do to Tylar. “Oh Tristan, this is going to kill her. You just don’t know how much she wanted this baby.”

 

“Trey’s pretty torn up about it. He hasn’t left her side. She probably won’t get out of the hospital for a couple of days. He’s staying there with her. I let Mom and Dad know. They’re on the road and should be here later this evening.

 

“What about Judge Tylar?”

 

“Trey contacted him. He is flying up in the morning.”

 

“God Tristan. We were so happy to be having our babies born close together. I don’t know what I will even say to her. I mean, what if it is too painful for me to bring Reese around her?”

 

“Tylar is strong, Gina. She will get through this. They both will. The good news is that she survived this. It could be two burials Trey is arranging right now.”

 

I couldn’t even imagine life without my best friend. She had been so certain that she had been carrying a boy. It was another little girl; a baby girl probably as beautiful as Preston. Tears started running down my cheeks. I wanted to be there for Tylar. I just hoped that she would let me.

 

 

 

Reese and I were discharged from the hospital the following day. Tristan brought us back to the apartment where my mom and Susan were awaiting our arrival. Clive had stayed out at Trey’s to help Jean look after Preston. Tristan helped me into the bedroom. I was still sore from the stitches and would be for several more days.

 

The first thing I saw as I entered our bedroom was the beautiful cherry wood cradle that Tristan had made. It was exquisite with inlay carved scrollwork on each end of it. Susan had bought the layette for it. It was cream colored eyelet lace.

 

“Tristan - it is magnificent,” I said. “Thank you so very much for my son and the cradle.”

 

“They were both my pleasure,” he whispered, kissing my lips playfully. “Let’s get you into bed while the moms are competing for our son’s attention.”

 

Tristan helped me into a nightgown and fluffed my pillows for me as I climbed into our bed. He handed me the remote and told me that he would be back as soon as he could wrangle the baby from the grandmothers. I asked if he would give Trey a call to see how Tylar was doing. He said that he would.

 

This was supposed to be a happy time. I couldn’t imagine the pain and heartbreak that Tylar must be feeling if she had been given the news yet. It crushed me to think about my friend in such pain. It crushed me to think about both of them being in such pain.