VICTORIA
Baby Michael had to stay in the hospital for a few days after his birth. They wouldn’t let him leave until he was five pounds. They let me stay on a recliner in the NICU, partly I think, because they knew I wasn’t going to leave unless they physically removed me. I can hardly believe how much I love him still. It’s so overwhelming sometimes there’s hardly room in my chest for anything else. Sometimes I begin to wonder how people can have more than one child. How could you possibly open up your heart that wide more than once… and then Alex comes in to see us and I realize that the heart really knows no bounds. Mine stretches to accommodate him as well. I tell myself that I don’t have a right to feel that way about him. He’s Michael’s father but technically, he’s not even my boyfriend. My heart and brain are in a constant battle over it. He’s been here every day. He brings me food and makes sure that I’m eating it and he holds our son and tells him about all of the things they’re going to do together someday. It’s adorable to watch and once again, my heart swells.
I was sitting here today next to the crib watching my handsome boy sleep when the doctor came in and Alex snuck in right behind him. My heart, still not listening to my head, sped up at the sight of Alex and my breaths quickened.
“How is Sir Michael doing today?” the doctor asked. He’s called him “Sir Michael” since the day of his birth. He said it’s his eyes, they make him look regal.
I smiled at him and my eyes drifted over to Alex and I smiled at him too. He smiled back at me. I melted. Focusing back on the moment I said, “He’s perfect, Dr. Samuels, just perfect.”
The doctor grinned and looked at Alex and said, “We’ll see if she’s still saying that in a few years when he’s sliding down the banister backwards. Raising boys is not for the faint of heart, you know.”
“I’m sure my mother would agree,” Alex said.
“And I’m sure my boy will be the best banister slider there ever was,” I told them. Dr. Samuels laughed and unwrapped Michael’s blanket. He started poking around on his little belly. Michael started to fuss, annoyed at the intrusion.
“You don’t like that little man?” Alex asked him, stepping up to the other side of the crib. He put his hand down next to the baby and as the doctor pressed his cold stethoscope into the baby’s chest, Michael reached up and grabbed onto one of Alex’s fingers. Alex’s eyes widened and he looked at me with a look of pure awe on his face. “He’s so strong!”
Dr. Samuels pulled the stethoscope out of his ears and said, “He is a strong guy. Everything looks good and the nurse said he is up to five point one pounds today.”
A thrill shot through me. “That means we can take him home today?”
“That’s what it means,” he said. “If you’re ready.”
“We are so ready!” I told him. I looked at Alex again. The baby was still gripping his finger. If it had been dark in the room, Alex’s smile would have illuminated it.
“We’re ready,” he said.
“I’ll get the paperwork started,” Dr. Samuels said. “You’ve got a fine boy there.” We both thanked him and he left. I got up and stood on the opposite side of the crib from where Alex was.
“Hey there little man, did you hear that? We get to take you home today. Mama’s got a cozy little bed for you right next to mine…” I said.
“Please let him come to the mansion…” I looked up and Alex was imploring me with those intense hazel eyes.
“But… I’m breastfeeding him… Alex you promised that Michael and I wouldn’t be separated. He’s too little, he needs me.” I could actually feel my entire body going into fight or flight mode. I’d never experienced emotions the way I have since Michael was born. I guess that’s the maternal instinct in me.
“No Vicki, calm down. I’m not taking him from you. You can come too. Please, stay with him in my home. I know he doesn’t need me the way he does you… but I do need him.”
Is he asking me to move in? I looked back down at the baby. I thought about the difference between my room in Liz’s apartment and the nursery that Alex had so painstakingly designed for our son. At his home, Michael would not only have everything… he would have both of his parents as well.
“Okay, we’ll stay… for a while,” I said. Alex came over on my side of the crib and wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me into his chest and held me there. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. We stood there like that for a long time until Michael started fussing again.
Alex kissed me on top of the head and then with his mouth close to my ear he whispered, “Thank you.”
I shivered and then reached down and scooped the baby up into my arms. “Thank you… for him,” I said, kissing little Michael on the cheek. I sat down with him in the rocking chair and nursed him. By the time I finished, the nurse came in with our discharge instructions and half an hour later, we were in the back of the Bentley, taking our son home.
***
When we got to the house, Alex and I got little Michael all settled into the nursery. We both stood there staring at him and I wondered if all new parents had such a hard time tearing themselves away from their children. As we walked out of the room with the baby monitor in tow Alex said, “Would you like to begin interviewing nannies this week?”
“No. I don’t want a nanny. I can take care of my own child.”
“Vicki, you’ll need help… you’ll need a break at least every once in a while…”
“I’m not turning over the care of my child to a stranger.”
“I had a nanny growing up, I turned out okay.”
“That’s not the point. I want to be the one there when he takes his first steps and says his first word and rides his first bike…” I felt tears brimming in my eyes. This was one of those moments when I let myself remember what different worlds Alex and I came from. It wasn’t that my mother was there for me… she wasn’t, but I grew up knowing that she should be. I’ve been away from my son for ten minutes now and I ache for him already. Alex was smiling at me and he had a look that I didn’t recognize in his eyes.
“What?” He reached over and wiped a tear that had escaped off my cheek. His touch was searing hot.