The step mom quickly called the midwife who was just across the street. Soon, Rebecca was lying on a mat with a jar of hot water nearby.
“It’s going to be fine,” the midwife, a short elderly woman, checked Rebecca’s situation, putting her leather bag on the floor.
Soon, Rebecca was ordered to push the baby out. The step mom was standing nearby, watching, waiting for whatever the midwife has to ask.
Rebecca’s face was contorted and sweat was oozing out from her forehead. She pushed one more time, this time; it seemed to echo on the walls.
Boyet came out of the bedroom and inserted a tape on the radio and pushed the record button. He smiled and sat on a nearby chair.
“The legs are coming out first!” the midwife called.
The step mom began to worry. There was a lot of blood on the floor.
Aunt Gloria was on the phone, “Could I speak to Ronie, his wife is giving birth.”
The midwife frowned. It was a little difficult for her, legs first.
Rebecca pushed again, and this time, a tiny baby got out from her.
All the relatives around began to check the baby out.
“He got his umbilical cord tied around the neck!” Aunt Gloria noticed.
The midwife immediately rolled the cord off the baby’s neck, who immediately cried. Then, she took that clear plasm that covered the baby’s head, and set it aside on a clear towel. They believed it was something lucky for the child. Then, it was calmer.
“What the hell are you doing!” the step mom yelled at Boyet who was caught turning the record button of the radio off.
“I was just recording it… it’s fun,” Boyet replied.
“Turn that off immediately!” the step mom growled.
Then, the baby boy was wiped with a soft white towel and was given to the mother who instantly blurted, “How ugly that baby is!”
“What are you talking about?! Some mothers nurture their baby the very first moment they see it despite how ugly it is; you’re different!” the step mom scolded. The midwife laughed.
Seventeen years later, that very same baby was writing this short story.
