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fifty-four
Alex stared at the howling infant in his hands, still not fully believing he had just delivered a baby. Mother and son were doing fine, and the father was still lying exactly where hed fallen in a dead faint some ten minutes earlier.
The morning was taking on a feeling of reality. At 5:30 Alex had awakened to the sound of the bell. He was just coming out of the barn with Kelsey when a wagon came tearing up the road. Frank Nelson was the man at the reins, and he had been too frantic to even wait for Alex to come to the office.
Frank breathlessly insisted that his wife was dying. Alex had swiftly tied Kelseys reins to the back of the buckboard and climbed aboard. He held on while Frank drove to his farm, shouting the events of the past hours as they went.
It seemed his wifes stomach had started to hurt some six hours ago and had slowly worsened. Frank was not too keen on doctors, and since the pains came and went, he had held off coming into town. But about 30 minutes ago, his wife had started to bellow.
Frank shouted to Alex over the sound of the horses hooves, telling him about the time hed accidently driven a pickax right through her foot without her so much as making a sound. But after five minutes of her bellowing, he could take it no longer, certain that she was about to die.
It was fully light by the time they reached the house, but Alex would have had no trouble finding it in the dark. Hed have been led by the horrendous cries of the woman within.
Alex entered the house alone and followed the noise to the bedroom. On the bed he found an extremely overweight woman. She gasped for breath as he entered the room and tried to speak.
Im Dr. Montgomery, Mrs. Nelson. Can you tell me exactly whats wrong?
Mrs. Nelson began to do so, crying about her stomach and the fact that she was dyingbut before she could finish, she was suddenly gripped with another pain. Alex stood by the bed and watched as she cried out and writhed in agony. He then bent and placed his hand on her enormous stomach.
Mrs. Nelson, Alex spoke when the worst of the pain had passed. The pains youre having are not going to kill you. Theyre perfectly normal; youre having a baby.
A loud crash sounded behind Alex, and he turned to see that Mr. Nelson had come into the room behind him. The big man had hit the floor with an awful thud, but from a distance seemed unhurt. Alex would have checked on him, but Mrs. Nelsons next contraction hit.
Would you like my assistance? Alex shouted above her wailing. He went to work after witnessing the frenzied nodding of her head.