"What's wrong?" Warrick repeated as he looked at the doctor. His voice was filled with panic. How could something go wrong? He needed to know that everything was going to be fine. For the baby's sake, everything had to be fine. It was not created under pleasant circumstances. That factor should not doom it for the rest of its life.


Sara's eyes grew wide with fear. "What?" she asked as she sat up slightly. "Something's wrong with my baby? There can't be." She turned to Warrick and motioned emphatically for him to stand next to her again. She grabbed his hand and clutched it tightly. She could feel the tears burning in her eyes. She did not care that she was in pain any more. All she cared about was making sure that her baby was healthy.


"Relax," the doctor assured the couple. "There's nothing wrong with your baby. It's rare, but we do see it. The baby's not exactly breech."


"Well, then what is it exactly?" Warrick asked in a confused tone.


The doctor sighed. "The body meant for the baby to be delivered head first, upside-down. Your baby is head first, but she is already facing upwards. It's not life-threatening," she repeated. "It's just going to be that much harder on both you and the baby. It's all on you now, Sara."


"Push!" the nurse yelled


"Oh, shut up, you vulgar push nurse!" Sara commanded harshly. She turned back to Warrick. "I can't do it," she whispered. Tears were coming from her eyes. "I've been trying, but I just can't."


Warrick shook his head as he took her hand. "Yes, you can, Sara. This is no different than catching a rapist. It'll take some extra work, but it will all be worth it in the end."


Sara slapped his chest. "You couldn't have thought of a better metaphor!" she asked him. "Like softball?" She groaned and once again resumed pushing. It was harder than she had thought. She hated it. She just wanted to get to the part where the baby was delivered. She did not like the delivery itself.


Dr. Carhart shook her head. "Push harder, Sara," she said. "The baby's in a difficult position right now."


"I know you can, Sara," Warrick told her. He felt Sara's grip on his hand tighten. Her face tightened in pain. This was it. They were about to become parents.


It took Sara about a half an hour to get the baby out. Throughout that time, she kept insisting every six or seven minutes that she could not deliver the baby. Warrick kept assuring her that she could.


Dr. Carhart smiled. "Head's out," she said as she and the resident guided the rest of the baby's body out. "Ease up, Sara," she said soothingly. "You did great."


The baby almost instantly began crying. That sound was all Sara needed to hear. Relief filled her body. Her baby was safe. She looked up at Warrick.


"I'm so proud of you," Warrick said. He kissed her lips before they turned to the other non-yelling nurse.


The younger nurse had just finished cleaning off the baby. The baby was beautiful, a light caramel color just like her father. The child was still crying, but Warrick and Sara did not care. "Congratulations," the nurse said. "You two are the parents of a beautiful, healthy baby girl." She walked over and placed the baby in Sara's waiting arms.


Sara looked down in shock and awe. "It's a girl, she's gorgeous," she whispered up to Warrick.


Warrick nodded. "She's perfect," he told her. "Her skin color is almost like yours Warrick," Sara said kissing the baby's little forehead. Warrick smiled and leaned down and kissed her gently too. Sara tenderly moved her hand away from her daughter's body and let her lean against her body as she fixed the pink cloth that her daughter was wrapped in.


"You two settled on a name yet?" the nurse asked.


Sara smiled at the nurse and nodded.




"Thank you," Catherine said into the phone. "And congratulations again," she added. "Give Sara our love," With that, she hung up.


"Warrick," Nick questioned as he fought back a yawn.


Catherine nodded. "With the birth and afterbirth, Sara was exhausted. She's already asleep." She smiled. "That's right. Pay up, boys. Heather Brown. Eight pounds, eleven ounces. June 9, 2009. 11:39 P.M."