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Jane Bennet ([personal profile] bennet_beauty) wrote2011-09-02 04:29 pm

dated to september 20th

After so long of a wait, Jane found that the actual event rushed onwards. It seemed as though her small child was not willing to come out. It seemed as though Lydia would celebrate her fourth birthday before Richard ever established the date of his own birth. And then, suddenly, it was as though God above had challenged her and deemed that she would wait no longer. Within the first hours, Jane could already tell that this would be faster than Lydia's birth, as she seemed to feel the pains much closer together at an increasing rate.

With it, she felt a deep sadness pervading her mood. For all that she knew she ought to embrace the joy of a new child, she could not help but remember all those dear to her who were with her the last time she gave birth. Dr. Maturin and Stuart and so many more dear friends were no longer with her and it brought tears to her eyes through every moment of the birth.

She had been correct in her estimation, however. From the moment in which her water broke to Richard being placed in her arms, only fourteen hours had elapsed. It was a welcome change from the first event in which it had been days of suffering and oh! It had been worth it, of course, but it had been such a feat of endurance.

Now, with Richard bundled up in a swath and cleaned of all the grime and blood that covered him -- the necessary medical aid performed by Doctor House -- he rested comfortably in Jane's arms as Lydia slept soundly at her side. She had been eager to join her Mama, but Jane had insisted that she be kept outside until things were more civilized. At four, perhaps she would already begin to bring these memories forever forward with her.

"Hello, little Duckie," Jane greeted her young son fondly, brushing her thumb over the tufts of blond hair at the top of his forehead. "We have been waiting ever so long to actually meet you."

[identity profile] sortofaman.livejournal.com 2011-09-02 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
The Doctor had popped in to see Jane and young Richard a bit earlier, just for a moment, to say hello and make sure that it was okay for him to bring Nate by later on. After giving the mother and baby some time to sleep, and taking a shift of playtime with an excited Lydia, he and his son wandered over to visit.

Nate was less excited than the baby's sister, being his usual thoughtful self, and having been full of questions and concerns about Jane's wellbeing, and he seemed relieved to see her well, and to see the baby.

"Hullo, Jane, and hullo, Richard," said the Doctor, quietly, not wanting to wake the latter too early. Nate stared with wide eyes.

"He's very small," he said.

[identity profile] sortofaman.livejournal.com 2011-09-03 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Nate smiled back at Lydia, trying not to look too solemn and thoughtful. It didn't help much, unfortunately. The Doctor rested a hand on his son's head, trying to calm him down--this was, after all, a joyous occasion, he could see it in Jane's face.

"Yes please," Nate said, and came up closer to peer at the baby.

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[identity profile] patriotqueen.livejournal.com 2011-09-03 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Babies really weren't Guy's cup of tea, but when Jane gave birth of course he came to see her and the little boy, Richard. He had brought a little book the shelf had been kind enough to provide, Mr. Mischief, seemed appropriate.

When he came in and saw eyes were closed, he smiled and decided to come back later, trying not to disturb their sleep.

[identity profile] patriotqueen.livejournal.com 2011-09-08 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
Guy walked over, more silently than he ever had before (and sneaking around had been an integral part of his job description). He smiled brilliantly at Jane and planted a small kiss on her forehead, careful enough not to wake the boy.

"Everything went well, I heard. Are you very tired?"
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[personal profile] coffee_sir 2011-09-03 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
While Ianto could not be present -- or waiting impatiently outside -- for the whole of Jane's labor, as he had a young child of his own and duties to attend to, he was there for as much of it as he could, being as helpful as he could. At that time, this had entailed a lot of entertaining Lydia, idly tidying up what was already tidy, and fetching what he could for Jane and House.

Now he fetched tea and thin soup, arranged on a tray which he set beside Jane's bed. He wasn't sure if she could bring herself to take in anything yet, but better it was there. "He made quite an entrance," Ianto remarked as he set the tray down and moved to pull a chair over for himself. "You'll have your hands full now."
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[personal profile] coffee_sir 2011-09-06 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
"As I remind her daily," Ianto replied as he seated himself. He kept his voice pitched low, though he didn't think it would make much difference with Lydia just then. She would wake or she wouldn't. "She's not quite so happy to concede the point as you are."

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[identity profile] lt-blade.livejournal.com 2011-09-03 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
At eighteen weeks, Sonya was due for a check up anyway.

That didn't mean she didn't stop by Jane's room to see how she was doing after the labor. She was at the halfway mark herself-though looking at her belly, it looked and felt like she was already there-and thought she may as well make herself familar with the entire process.

She carefully looked inside her room, not wanting to risk waking Jane or the baby up. Thankfully, Max was also patient enough to wait in the hallway, as she wasn't entirely sure how direwolf fur could affect a baby's tiny lungs.

"You mind another visitor?" She asked,keeping her voice low. "I could come in at another time."

Sonya refused to admit that it was a touching sight, seeing her like that with the baby. She could only imagine how relieved Lipton was feeling, if it moved her this much.

[identity profile] lt-blade.livejournal.com 2011-09-06 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"I taught Major Winters in the weapons class last year, so I agree one hundred percent on the decision." The fact that he was willing to be trained by a female junior officer spoke volumes even if she didn't know anything else about it.

Sonya would deny that she had the strong urge to wanting to hold him: he was so tiny, so fragile.

She suddenly felt herself getting teary eyed, but not for the sight of the mother and new born: what right did she have for this, to be responsible for two tiny, living beings. She promptly tried to shut the voices up-with only moderate success.

"How're you feeling anyway?" She managed to keep her voice steady. "Besides exhausted I imagine." She couldn't imagine it being an easy task, giving birth.

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[identity profile] niceofyoutoask.livejournal.com 2011-09-04 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Back home, Lipton would know his place in this process. He would be waiting outside, likely pacing around and wearing a hole in the floor, getting infrequent updates by a uniformed nurse. It was what men did in West Virginia in the 1940s - but this was a far different time and place, and Lipton had read enough baby books to be far more informed on the process since day one than he ever would have been before. He had a natural tendency to worry, to plan, to evaluate options and eventualities and contingencies. It would have driven him crazy to be relegated to a waiting room, but he wouldn't have questioned it. Before the war, he never drank and he never smoked. On the night before D-Day, after the cancelled jump and everyones' nerves were on end, he wasn't mindlessly chain smoking, or swigging from a flask - he was studying.

There had been a moment, when the labour had really started moving along, that he'd wondered briefly if he should go wait outside - but then he took one look at Jane in pain, and plastered himself to her bedside, squeezing her hand and, wishing, hoping and praying that little Richard would come out into this world healthy, happy and whole. He wanted nothing more than a cigarette or a drink, and knew just what was happening, right down to the last memorized detail - and he knew absolutely, without a doubt, that his place was at Jane's side through this.

Lipton had gone to fetch Lydia, when things had quieted down, and led her by the hand over to where Jane lay exhausted with his newborn son in her arms. When Lydia curled up against her mama and fell asleep, Lipton carefully sat on the edge of the other side of the bed, wrapping an arm around his wife's shoulders and drawing her close. "Hello," he echoed, mesmerized by that little pink face, "I'm your papa." He wasn't quite sure who he was telling - Richard, or himself.

[identity profile] niceofyoutoask.livejournal.com 2011-09-06 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
For a moment, Lipton hesitated, consumed with worry that he might do something terribly, horribly wrong. He was a man who had done a lot of things in his twenty-six years, but holding an infant was something entirely new. He may have raised his younger siblings, but the the youngest had been four when his father died - not at all close to this tiny, fragile thing that was his son.

Then he simply nodded, and, awestruck, carefully took their bundled up child from Jane's arms and cradled him against his chest. "Like this?" He asked quietly, mentally running through everything he'd read about supporting a baby's head.
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[personal profile] has_2ls 2011-09-06 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
When Jack had heard that the baby had come, he'd gotten to New Pemberly as soon as he could and hovered around until Jane was ready for visitors. She'd had a boy, from what he heard, and even though he and Sam were having trouble getting pregnant, he couldn't help but be happy for Jane.

"Hey," he said softly, not wanting to wake a sleeping baby or Lydia. "You look beautiful, as usual. So does he."
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[personal profile] has_2ls 2011-09-08 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
"And then everything will be perfect in the world," Jack said, grinning at her. "Need me to bring you anything? I don't want you lifting a finger right now, if you can help it, and I want the little guy to get plenty of mom time."

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[identity profile] island-anne.livejournal.com 2011-09-07 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Anne would have left Matthew behind but it was more difficult to find someone to mind him these days, though she still could not often bear to think about why. Still, this was a happy occasion and she would not let anything mar it for Jane, who had endured quite enough already.

"Oh, he's beautiful!" she said softly, holding tight to Matthew's hand as she slipped in for a visit.

[identity profile] island-anne.livejournal.com 2011-09-09 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Or at least he will, in a few years," she said, though when they were so small it was impossible to tell who they were going to be when they started to have personalities of their own. "We won't stay long. You must be so tired."

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[identity profile] madeofstories.livejournal.com 2011-09-08 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
Grace hasn't known Jane as long as any of the other people who have come to visit her, she's sure— at least, not personally, sometimes characters in novels she's read seem like old friends— but after hearing that Jane's had her baby, she has to come by and visit.

"Oh Jane, he's beautiful," Grace says, and she's careful to keep her voice quiet. The last thing she wants to do is disturb him; he's had such a long day already.
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[personal profile] newkindofcop 2011-09-11 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve isn't the kind of person who normally makes hospital visits. The last hospital he'd been in had been on a military base, during wartime. It's not exactly the same thing here, no blood and death and pain - although he's sure this sort of thing does involve a great deal of pain, towards the end. Still, he'd enjoyed his conversation with Mrs. Lipton at the ball, and when he hears the news of the baby's arrival, he thinks the only polite thing to do is to go and offer his congratulations to both her and her husband, especially given that he trains with Carwood on a semi-regular basis.

He sticks his head in through the doorway of her room, ready to quietly back out if it turns out mother and baby are asleep, looking around to make sure he isn't in anyone's way.

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