“Dabi,” you groaned before wailing again with the next round of searing pain down there.
“Help her… HELP HER!” Dabi called to the nurses as one held him back.
“Hun, we’re doing our best, everything is fine,” the nurse at the end of the bed said to Dabi in a calm yet firm voice.
Just then your little one’s head crowned and in the next push the rest of the little body followed, and with it, a groan of relief from you and the excited gasps of the nurses as they mingled around to attend to the newly born bub.
“Y/N, Y/N,” Dabi called as he forced his way past the nurse and grabbed for you over the rails of the hospital bed, “babe, you did it, you did it, she’s out…” Then he looked up and over at the nurses who were weighing your baby. “She’s a girl, isn’t she?” he asked.
“Yes,” the nurse who was weighing the baby said with a smile, “a little girl, 3.5kg. She’s a good size.”
“Is she ok?” you asked feebly, shaking from the post delivery hormones.
“She is just fine, dear, you did a great job,” the nurse said sweetly as she lifted your little baby up and then bought her over for some skin to skin contact.
You opened your quivering arms and took her in, then rested her in between your breasts and held her to yourself like this was the last day you would ever hold her.
You weren’t exactly sure why but at that moment you were overcome with emotion and burst into tears.
Dabi too, was fighting the emotion, and just kept saying ‘hey, you did it. You did it, don’t cry’ but that only made you cry more.
While you and Dabi and your little girl got acquainted, the nurses still milled around the room checking leads and cords and giving you injections of different types and checked things between your thighs.
Finally, after a lot of protocol, you were discharged from the birthing ward and into the maternity unit and given a bed to sleep in.
The hospital stay was ok. Food was shit. So Dabi would smuggle food into the room for you which you greatly appreciated.
Your little girl was a perfect sleeper and would just doze off anywhere, anytime… most of the time it was on either your or Dabi’s chest but you were so tired that you didn’t care and would let her sleep on you just for a few more minutes of sleep.
The morning of your discharge the registrar came in to ask if you had a name for your little girl and you looked at Dabi to see if he had any names in mind that he liked.
“Koemi” he replied when he saw you were waiting for him to decide, “I like Koemi.”
“Ok,” the registrar said as she pulled out a pen to write the name down, “Koemi Todoroki.”
“I love it,” you said softly with a smile to Dabi as he reached into the plastic hospital crib on wheels and lifted the sleeping bundle out.
“Yeah,” he whispered softly, looking down at her with a softness in his eyes you hadn’t seen before, “my little smile.”
The registrar smiled and turned her attention to you.
“Ok, Y/N, you’ll be able to head home this afternoon so I’ll go and get everything ready for your discharge and I’ll be back when you’re ready to leave. Congratulations again on your little bundle.”
“Thank you,” you said softly as she left.
“We’ll be heading home soon,” Dabi said to his baby girl as she remained sleeping in his arms.
“Just the three of us,” you said with a smile at him.
He grinned and walked over to give you a kiss on the forehead.
“I don’t give out compliments much but you did an amazing job,” he said to you, “if you don’t want anymore kids, I completely understand. That birthing shit is off the charts, man, I saw everything,” he said with a traumatized look on his face while a shiver ran through his spine.
“You seem more traumatized than I do,” you chuckled, “we’ll see how we go with this little Miss and I’ll let you know about other kids possibly in the future.”
“Yeah… ok,” he said as he looked back down at Koemi, “she’s perfect,” he mumbled lovingly.
As promised, you were released from hospital that afternoon, and so, with baby K safely tucked in her car seat, you drove home and prepared to set her up in her room.
She had slept the whole car ride home, then woke briefly for a feed, then went back down for another snooze so you put her in her new cot in her own big room and then tiptoed out.
“That room seems so big with her in there by herself,” you said to Dabi as you slowly walked into the kitchen- you were still a little tender down there and the swelling hadn’t quite gone down yet so your movements were a little more slow and calculated than usual.
“She’s sleepin’ just fine,” Dabi replied, eyes glued to the baby monitor that had in his hand.
“That’s such a good monitor,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder as you both stood there and watched her sleep.
20 minutes passed and you were both still watching her on the monitor.
“Uh… are we gonna eat? Or just stand here and watch her sleep?” you asked with a chuckle when you realized you were literally doing nothing.
“Oh. Yeah. Food… what do you want?” he asked, handing the monitor to you and turning to rummage through the cupboards.
“I’m easy,” you replied, eyes still glued to the screen.
He pulled out some noodles then went to the fridge to get some eggs and started making some food while you watched your little girl sleep.
“Oh, tomorrow we have to go to the births registry and register her,” you said idly, “would you mind driving us in?”
“Yeah sure,” he replied, “I need to get some more nappies too…”
“But we have 5 packets?”
“We need more,” he replied, “she goes through 10 a day.”
“What? Really? You counted?” You asked.
“Yeah?” he replied, like it was a normal thing to count how many nappies she went through.
“Oh… ok.” You looked back down at the monitor.
“Ok… foods ready,” he announced, pulling the food off the stove top and pulling two plates out.
“Hang on… I think she’s woken up. I’ll go and feed her and be back,” you said, sitting the monitor down on the bench as you left to attend the awake and wriggly little Koemi.