Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1384

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The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 1384
by Angharad

Copyright © 2011 Angharad
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After I’d asserted myself to the midwife, who ran off like a scalded cat, I told Stella to sleep–reinforcing the suggestion I sent her through the energy. She would need her energy for whatever was to happen–good or bad.

I became increasingly worried about the baby–if only I could get my hands in there and turn her round–yeah sure. I stood at the business end of the bed and imagined I could see inside the womb–I was still sending love to the baby to try and keep her alive and calm–birth is traumatic when it goes well–if it doesn’t it must be awful for all concerned.

I could see the baby, the cord wrapped round it but not dangerously so. I then imagined my hands inside the womb, moving her. She felt as slippery as a bar of soap as I tried to concentrate more and more on lifting her slightly and twisting her round. It was all so tight in there and was like trying to put a film in a camera inside a hot-water bottle.

I could feel trickles of sweat running down my back and I’ll bet my bra was damp as well, slowly but surely I struggled to turn the baby round, using my imagination and the blue energy–it almost felt like keyhole surgery.

I was also trying to keep intrusion at bay, so those who were coming to see us would suddenly remember they needed to do something first like go to the loo. It’s an old magickal trick which I saw in a book years ago–by someone called Crowley or something, can’t remember now.

I managed finally to grab hold of the baby’s legs and bending them at the knee folder her over and turned her so her head could engage–this usually happens hours if not a day or so before–so why they hadn’t realised it, goodness only knows.

“Okay, Stella–start to push,” I said quietly and she did so although she was still sleeping.

I imagined the blue light like a lubricant easing the muscles of the birth canal and greasing the way for the bay to slip out. I also relaxed the intruder control and one of the midwives came bursting in.

“How is she?”

“She’s doing fine and so’s the baby–she’s coming–look.”

“She’s not breech,” she gasped, “c’mon, Stella, push.”

I went back to sit by the exhausted mother, “Okay girl wakey-wakey, let her come, she’s beautiful, just let her come. Minutes later, a beautiful little girl popped into the world, just as the doctor arrived. He looked irritated at being called out for a wild goose chase and began to tear a strip off the midwives.

“Hang on, doctor, the fees my family is paying here, why weren’t you here from the beginning?”

“I had another engagement,” he sneered.

“In which case I presume you’ll refund that part of the account–the one for your services which weren’t rendered.”

“I’ll have you know I’ve just driven twenty miles to get here.”

“I’ve driven three times that, and seemed to be here in time whereas you weren’t.”

“Just who d’you think you are?”

“More than a match for you, sunshine, oh and make sure you take some antacid or that fillet steak you had is going to rebound all night–it was the pepper sauce, doesn’t do your ulcer any good–oh, but then you didn’t know you had one did you? Peptic, I believe they call them–and lay off the booze or you’ll lose your licence–driving and possibly your medical one–it’s certain if I complain, my barrister will eat you and you medical defence team.”

He looked suddenly pale. “Peptic?” you said.

“Absolutely.”

“How do you know?” he asked looking quite ill.

“You don’t really want to know that do you?”

He looked at me very anxiously–“Am I going to be alright?”

“If you get it sorted and stop your affair–it’s the stress of your wife finding out that’s the problem.”

“How the fuck do you know about that?”

“About Michelle, although you call her Pussy-cat, don’t you?”

“Have you been spying on me?”

“No, you’ve told me all this.”

“Don’t be ridiculous?”

“Maybe you should ask Cherry?”

“You leave my wife out of this.”

“Like you have–don’t you think she suspects already? Only staying with you because she loves you as do your kids–Sally and Laura, isn’t it?”

“Stop this, d’you hear?”

“Is any of it untrue?”

“All of it.”

“Fine–sue me then–and we’ll see. Of course, I’ll demand huge compensation for your slander and you’ll have to pay legal fees too, half a million or more–you’d be ruined in all senses. A proven liar, adulterer and general arsehole as well as being bankrupted.”

“I have to go.” He staggered out of the door and I suspect went home–I hope there aren’t any police about because he’d had more than the limit.

The two midwives had wiped the baby weighed and measured her and Stella was laying there holding her as the little one yawned and slept in her arms.

“You certainly tore him off a strip, Cathy,” offered one of the midwives.

“What was said stays in this room or the scans of the breech birth will come to see daylight and you will find yourself in hot water with your professional body.”

“Yeah–no problem–how did you turn her–because you did, didn’t you?” asked the senior midwife.

“I simply asked her to stand on her head and she did.”

“You’re joking.”

“Of course I am, I used a magnet–all babies are magnetic–didn’t you know?”

“Now I know you’re joking,” she laughed, “How did you do it?”

“With difficulty. Now how about a nice cup of tea?”

They scurried off and we were left in peace.

“Thanks, Cathy.”

“I did it for my niece not my awful sister in law.”

“It was her that said it,” smirked Stella.

“Bit of a deep voice for a baby.”

“Yeah–she has hasn’t she–she is okay, healthy I mean?”

“Of course, I don’t deliver damaged packages, do I?”

“No.”

“What are you going to call her?” I asked.

“We like Fiona and Catrin.”

“Crikey, a real Celtic mix.”

“Well, it’s Gareth’s grandmother’s name, and Fiona is my gran’s name.”

“Fiona? Um–is that okay, Fiona?” I asked the baby who yawned.

“Well, if we have any more Catherine’s, we won’t know who’s who?” said Stella.

“I thought Catrin was Welsh for Catherine? We had a girl at Sussex who was from Carmarthen who was called Catrin.”

“Damn, Gareth said you’d work it out.”

“So–it’s different enough, and I feel very flattered.”

“Hi, ladies,” in walked the proud father–“oh, she’s come–can I hold her?” Stella held her up for him to take carefully. “I’m sorry I missed your entrance, little one.”

“I think it was just as well, Cathy had trouble sorting out the mistakes they made here. Oh and she guessed–about the names.”

Gareth looked at me suspiciously.

“I’m deeply flattered and I love it. Oh, and before I forget, congratulations to the new mum and dad.”

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Wouldn't it be nice to tear

Wouldn't it be nice to tear a strip off of asses like Cathy sometimes can? She seems to be getting more comfy with her blue-light abilities, especially when needed. Hmmm, can you say Mother Goddess in training?

Oh dear! Just remembered a recent trip to K-Mart and its Blue Light specials. The customers near me were clearly confused by my snickers.

CaroL

CaroL

Cathy, Cathy, Cathy and Cathy!

Catherine Cameron - age 27 years (aka Cathy Watts)
Desirée Catherine Cameron - age 27 months (aka Puddin')
Catherine Drummond - age 10 months (aka Baby C)
Fiona Catrin Cameron - age 5 minutes (hasn't acquired a nickname yet - one advantage of her temporary separation from the family - Fiona didn't end up with a nickname similar to Puddin' Mk. II)

So Gareth finally turned up - thankfully after the surgeon had been subjected to a fully justified rollocking from Cathy for being late and drunk.

 

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PICT0013_1_0.jpgand he needs to be stripped of his Medical license. You have to wonder how many patients have been victims of his incompetence? One of my teachers in High School had a nephew born with Cerebral Palsy, because the doctor refused to come off the golf course when he was called that the mother went into labor. The baby suffered oxygen deprivation because the staff tried to prevent the birth until the doctor got there.

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Doctors will do...

Doctors WILL do that. Stay on the Golf Course, even when a patient needs emergency help. More often, though, it's their STAFF (or answering service) that are "protecting" them.

One of my uncles went in for simple testing - and they discovered Colon Cancer... He was told to wait for Monday (It was Saturday) for the surgery. (Turns out the Chief Surgeon was out on the golf course...) Word got around the family, and his cousin heard. The cousin made a phone call, and darned if the surgeon wasn't there in 20 minutes to do the surgery... Which turns out to have been a good thing. Why? The colon was in the process of rupturing as he went in. So - an hour or two later... My uncle would likely have not been around today.

You ask - who was it who could make a phone call, and pull a senior surgeon off the golf course? A US Congressman. (Guess the guys do some good once in a while... The guy in question is nice enough - but, I disagree with MOST of his politics.)

Cathy's willingness to learn to "toss her weight" in a good cause is a double edged sword (as is her access to the blue light). Hope she doesn't get cut by the OTHER side of the sword any time soon.

Nice the father arrived in such a timely manner.. Hope he wasn't at the same "dinner" the doctor was. That'd not go over well. Also, glad Garth & Stella seem to be getting along so well!!! That IS a good sign!

Thanks,
Anne

Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1384

NEVER mess with the Camerons! Wonder about the arsehole, though.

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine
    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

It's a gift.

Cathy what you have given by the Goddess is a gift, what you do with it is your thank you.!
Love
Misha

The only bad question is the one not asked.

The only bad question is the one not asked.

Good to see Cathy experimenting and using the

power she has in new ways. Seems like it can do more than anyone might have expected. Wonder if little Trish will end up having periods. (.... visualizing her reproductive organs as they SHOULD be.... ah, bright spots of blue light that stretch into the shape of female organs and fade leaving the real thing behind)

Great to see Stella and Gareth acting like father and mother for this child. Maybe they'll yet end up married. Now, please get Stella some effective if not permanant birth control.

Ah luverly

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Nice to have an all round happy ending on an ep now and then. A bit of attitude adjustment along the way as needed and some serious energy play to smooth the path. Crowley though, hmmm...all depends how you use it I guess. Right where was I oh yeah coffee, 7am on Sunday morning...I'm bloody mad. Oh shut up.

Kris

Aaahh!

I won't comment on this chapter, everybody knows how I feel about doctors.

Still lovin' it Angie.

Love and hugs.

OXOXOX

XZXX

Bev.

Growing old disgracefully.

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Don't mean to be cheeky.

Sigh this was a lovely epi. It is quite what I needed tonight. I hope that poor Stella's blood chemistry settles out and she finally gets a chance at life. Far too many don't and it breaks my heart.

My roomates are teaching me another womanly skill and that is of gentle nagging. :) Do the words Wedding Blessing and Castle remind you of anything?

Much peace

Gwendolyn

Lovely names for the new

baby.... And Stella can be thankful she has a sister-in-law with hidden talents, Left to the Doctor ( if you can call him that!) no doubt the outcome would have been very different, Thankfully all's well that ends well , And young Fiona Catrin can maybe go back with her Aunt for a few days while Stella recovers... After all is one more baby going to make that much difference!!!

Kirri

Wonder if the doctor

will straighten up? I hope so, because in his arrogance he is going to kill someone by omission.