"Grace is with her. But she wants you."
"Let me catch my breath." Hugh wiped his face, tried to control his trembling. He took a deep breath, held it, let it out slowly. He went inside, Barbara following.
The bunks near the door had been taken down. A bed stuck out into the doorway but space cleared by removing shelves left passage. One bunk was now a cot in the living corner. The bed was padded with a grass mattress and a bear rug; a calico cat was on it.
Hugh squeezed past, felt another eat brush his ankles. He went into the other bay. The bunks there had been rebuilt into a bed across the end; Karen was in bed, Grace was seated, fanning her, and Joe stood by with an air of grave concern.
Hugh smiled at his daughter. "Hi, Fatty!" He stooped and kissed her. "How are you? Hurting?"
"Not now. But I'm glad you're here."
"We hurried."
A cat jumped up, landing on Karen. "Unh! Damn you, Maggie!"
"Joe," said Hugh, "round up the cats and put them in Coventry." The tunnel mouth had been bricked up, but with air holes, and a cat door which could be filled with a large brick. The cats had a low opinion of this but it had been built after Happy New Year had become missing and presumed dead.
Karen said, "Daddy, I want Maggie with me!"
"Joe, make that all but Maggie. When we get busy, grab Maggie and shut her up, too."
"Can do, Hugh." Joe left, passing Barbara coming in.
Hugh felt Karen's cheeks, took her pulse. He said to his wife, "Is she shaved?"
"There hasn't been time."
"You and Barbara get her shaved and washed. Punkin', when did your bowels move?"
"Just did. I was on the pot when it happened. Just sitting there minding my own business-and all of a sudden I'm Niagara Falls!"
"But your bowels moved?"
"Oh, yes!"
"That's one less thing to worry about." He smiled. "Not that there's anything to worry about, you'll play bridge most of the night. Like kittens, babies show up in the wee, sma' hours."
"All night? I want to have this little bastard and get it over with."
"I want it over with, too, but babies have minds of their own." He added, "You'll be busy a while and so will I. I'm dirty." He started to leave.
"Daddy, wait a minute. Do I have to stay back here? It's hot."
"No. The light is better by the door. Especially if young Tarzan has the decency to arrive during daylight. Barbara, turn that used bear over; it'll be cooler. Put this sheet on it. Or a clean one if there is one."
"The sterilized one?"
"No. Don't unpack the boiled sheet until the riot starts." Hugh patted his patient's hand. "Try not to have a pain until I'm clean."
"Daddy, you should have been a doctor."
"I am a doctor. The best doctor in the world."
As he left the house he encountered Duke, soaked from a long run. "I heard three shots. Sis?"
"Yes. No hurry, labor just started. I'm about to take a bath. Want to join me?"
"I want to say hello to Sis first."
"Hurry up; they're about to bathe her. And grab Joe; he's incarcerating cats. They'll want us out of the way."
"Shouldn't we be boiling water?"
"Do so, if it will calm you. Duke, my O.B. kit, such as it is, has been ready for a month. There are six jars of boiled water, for this and that. Go kiss your sister and don't let her see that you're worried."
"You're a cold fish, Dad."
"Son, I'm scared silly. I can list thirteen major complications-and I'm not prepared to cope with any of them. Mostly I pat her hand and tell her that everything is dandy-and that's what she needs. I examine her, solemn as a judge, and don't know what to look for. It's just to reassure her... and I'll thank you to help out."
Duke said soberly, "I will, sir. I'll kid her along."
"Don't overdo it. Just let her see that you share her confidence in old Doe Farnham."
"I will."
"If Joe gets the jitters, get him out. He's the worst. Grace is doing fine. Hurry up or they won't let you in."
Later, bathed and calmed down, Hugh climbed out of the stream ahead of Joe and Duke, walked back carrying his clothes and letting the air dry him. He paused outside, put on clean shorts. "Knock, knock!"
"Stay out," Grace called. "We're busy."
"Then cover her. I want to scrub."
"Don't be silly, Mother. Come in, Daddy."
He went in, squeezing around Barbara and Grace, and on into the bathroom. He trimmed his nails very closely, scrubbed his hands with ditch water-then again with boiled water, and repeated it. He shook them dry and went into the main room, being careful not to touch anything.
Karen was on the bed at the door, a ragged half sheet over her. Her shoulders were swaddled in a grayish garment that had been the shirt Hugh had worn the night of the attack. Grace and Barbara were seated on the bed, Duke stood outside the door, and Joe sat mournfully on the bunk beyond the bed.
Hugh smiled at her. "How is it going? Any twinges?"
"Nary a twinge, damn it. I want to have him before dinner."
"You will. Because you don't get any dinner."
"Beast. My daddy is a beast."
"Doctor Beast, please. Skedaddle, friends, I want to examine my patient. Everyone but Grace. Barbara, go lie down."
"I'm not tired."
"You may be awake most of the night. Take a nap. I don't want to cope with a seven-month preemie."
He folded back the sheet, looked Karen over, and palpated her swollen belly. "Has he been kicking?"
"Has he! I'm going to sign him up with the Green Bay Packers. I think he's wearing shoes."
"Wouldn't be surprised. Did you have shoes on when you started him?"
"What? Daddy, you are a nasty man. Yes."
"Prenatal influence. Next time take them off." He tried to judge whether the child was in the head-down position, or whether it was-God forbid!-a breech presentation. He was unable to decide. So he smiled at Karen and lied. "Shoes won't bother us, as he is head down, just as he should be. It's going to be an easy birth."
"How can you tell, Daddy?"
"Put your hand where mine is. That's his little pointy head, all set to take the dive. Feel it?"
"I guess so."
"You could see, if you were where I am." He tried to see if she was dilated. There was a little blood and he decided against a tactile examination-he did not know how it should feel and handling the birth canal would increase danger of infection. He knew that a rectal exploration should tell him something but be did not know what-so there was no point in submitting Karen to that indignity.
He looked up, caught his wife's eye and thought of asking her opinion, decided not to. Despite having borne children, Grace knew no more about it than he did; the only result would be to shake Karen's confidence. -
Instead he got his "stethoscope" (three end papers from his encyclopaedia, rolled into a tube) and listened for fetal heartbeat. He had often heard it lately. But he got only a variety of noises which he lumped in his mind as "gut rumble."
"Ticking like a metronome," he 'announced, putting the tube down and covering her. "Your baby's in fine shape, baby girl, and so are you. Grace, did you start a log when the first pain showed?"
"Barbara did."
"Will you keep it, please? But first tell Duke to take the ropes off the other bed and rig them here."
"Hubert, are you sure she should pull on ropes? Neither of my doctors had me do anything of the sort."
"It's the latest thing," he reassured her. "All hospitals use them now." Hugh had read somewhere that midwives often had their patients pull on ropes while bearing down. He had looked for this in his books, could not find it. But it struck him as sound mechanics; a woman should be able to bear down better.