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Bless Me Father 6: Rebirth
By Deane Christopher
Edited by Steve Zink
It was a beautiful night. It was crisp and clear, with just a
sliver of a crescent moon riding low on the horizon. It was, as
all the local meteorologists proclaimed, the perfect night for
viewing the spectacular meteor shower that was scheduled to begin
short after midnight.
Gus, who was sitting in the driver's seat of his wife's Chevy
Blazer, caught sight of several falling stars streaking across
the sky on his drive over to the hospital. However, though he
did, given that his daughter was in the early stages of labor, he
failed to mention the fact to the other three occupants of the
vehicle. Some things, Gus Miller realized, were not as important
as others.
"Mom!" the former Catholic priest frantically intoned. "Did
anyone think to call Mickey before we left?"
Answering for the woman she now refereed to as her Aunt Jean,
Gabriella said, "Yes. I did."
"Good." Karen was relieved. "I know he wants to be there..."
***
Women have their whole life to come to terms with the ordeal
involved in childbirth. Karen, owing to the fact that she had
been a man until something a little under eight months prior, was
nowhere near mentally prepared for what she was about to undergo.
To say that she was scared would have been the grossest of
understatements. She was petrified, and freely admitted that she
was.
"Karen," an empathetic Jean Miller softly intoned as her husband
turned off the main drag and started up the hill to the hospital.
"You know, dear, you don't have anything to prove. That's to say
that if you find that you can't handle the pain, you can always
ask them to give you something. Believe me. No one will think any
less of you if you do."
"I know, Mom. And, I promise you that if it gets to be more than
I can handle, I'll do just that. But, if I can manage it, I'd
really like to give birth to this baby of mine naturally."
"Oh!" Gabriella chimed in. "So, what you're saying is, you want
to do the manly thing and tough it out?"
Karen responded to her friend's gibe by reaching over and
pinching Gabriella's leg.
"Ouch! That hurt!"
"Good!" Karen sneered. "I'm glad to hear that it did."
***
A few minutes later, as Jean Miller was dealing with the
admitting nurse, Gabriella, taking note of the fact that Karen
had just endured another contraction, leaned over and said, "That
was a bad one, wasn't it?"
"Take it from me, they're all bad ones! But, yes! That one was
pretty bad."
"You do know, they're only going to get worse."
"Oh, they are, are they? So, when are you going to tell me
something I don't already know? I mean, of the two of us, aren't
you the one who's supposed to be psychic?"
"Okay, smartass! You want a prediction! I'll give you one! You're
going to do great!"
"I pray to God that you're right about that!"
"Don't worry, kiddo. I am. Take it from me. God's going to make
sure that you and your baby are going to come through this with
flying colors..."
***
Though Karen would have been hard pressed to agree with her
girlfriend's assertions, Gabriella was proven right. As far as
deliveries are concerned, Karen's by and large followed the
prescribed script.
Once her mother had completed all the rigmarole involved in
getting her daughter admitted, Karen was wheeled into a room.
Shortly thereafter, a nurse came in and shaved off all of her
pubic hair. Then, once that had been attended to, another nurse
came in and, to Karen's chagrin, gave her an enema.
"How's she doing?" Gus asked his wife as she once again reentered
the waiting room somewhere around five the next morning.
Jean Miller wearily replied, "All in all, I'd say she's doing
pretty good."
"So, how much longer do you think it'll be?"
"Last they checked, she was at eight centimeters. So, my guess
is, we shouldn't have too much longer to wait."
"Do you think they would mind if I popped in for a minute or so?"
Mickey, who was wearing his police uniform, tentatively asked.
"Probably... but, if I were you, I'd just go ahead and go on in
there. Besides, what's the worst that's going to happen? They'll
just tell you that you have to leave, right?"
"Yes... I guess so..." Mickey sheepishly replied.
***
Around six thirty, shortly after Karen's cervix reached full
dilation, her water broke.
Karen had long chided herself against behaving in a crude and
debasing manner during the delivery process. However, though she
had, her contractions became so severe that she found herself
compelled to vent her anguish. As a result, profanity resplendent
epithets, epithets that would no doubt make a sailor blush, began
to issue from her lips and cavort savagely about the delivery
room.
"God!" she frantically clamored through clenched teeth. "Why in
the hell did you do this to me? You know I don't deserve this!
I'm a man, for Christ's sake..."
"Karen..." Gabriella gingerly implored. "Come on now. That's
enough of that nonsense. Right now, what I need you to do is to
concentrate on your breathing..."
A few minutes later, Dr. Anna Gibbons said, "All right, Karen. I
can see your baby's head. So, what I need you to do for me is to
push really, really hard on your next contraction."
Though Karen had no idea how she managed to find the wherewithal
within herself to do so, she did as her doctor instructed. As she
did so, God infused her spirit with the bounty of His grace and
so, caused an imperceptible change to occur in Karen's psyche.
Much as a loosened pebble might serve as the random triggering
mechanism for a massive landslide, that imperceptible change in
Karen's psyche would eventually result in making the impossible,
possible.
"Good girl!" Dr. Gibbons enthusiastically encouraged as she
grasped Karen's baby under the chin and began to gently work the
infant's shoulders free of the birthing canal. "You're doing
great! And, I do believe we have ourselves a brand new little
girl here..."
***
"Dr. Gibbons said that both you and baby are doing just fine," an
ecstatic and glowing Jean Miller offered as she brushed a stray
strand of sweet soaked hair off her daughter's forehead.
"Needless to say that both your father and I are so very, very
proud of you..."
"Have you seen her yet?" a very tuckered out Karen weakly
managed.
"No... but one of the nurses said that we should be able to
shortly..."
"Mom!" Karen meekly intoned, as her mother got ready to depart
the room.
"Yes, dear?"
"I just want to thank both you and Dad."
"For what, dear?"
"For the two of you being here for me..."
"And, where else would we be? Need I remind you, Karen? You're
our daughter. And, regardless of what happened in the past, we
love you. And, we only want the best for you..."
"I love you, too, Mom..."
"And, Mom!" Karen said in an afterthought. "Please! Tell Dad that
I love him, too!"
"Sure thing, sweetie. Now, you get some rest. All right?
Remember, you're a mother now. And, I'm sorry to have to be the
one to have tell you this, but from here on out, that new baby of
yours is going to keep you on your toes. In other words, you're
not going to get a lot of opportunities to rest once we get you
get back home. So, you better take advantage of the situation and
get all the rest you can while you're here..."
***
Later that afternoon, Jean Miller, who was at the time cradling
that granddaughter of hers so lovingly in her arms, began a new
topic as she gingerly inquired, "Are you sure about this, Karen?"
"Yes, Mother. I am," Karen replied as she shifted about in the
hospital bed in an ongoing effort on her part to find a more
comfortable position.
"And, you're not doing this because you think your father and I
would like it?
"No, Mom. I'm not. I've been giving it a lot thought, and I've
come to the conclusion that this is the way I'd like to go to
more or less honor his memory."
"But, you really didn't know him the way your father and I did,"
Jean Miller charged.
"That's not true, Mother. You see, even though I never made
mention of this before, I did know him. Fact is, I knew him
pretty well. And, I guess you could say that he's the real reason
that I'm here now. I mean, if it weren't for him, you probably
wouldn't be a grandmother right now."
"You mean to tell me..." Jean Miller was horrified at the very
thought of which her daughter had just alluded; so horrified in
fact that she was reluctant to actually put the thought into
words.
"Yes, Mother. As hard as it is for me to be saying this, your
daughter was actually considering getting an abortion."
"And, you're saying that Father Dan was instrumental in talking
you out of it?" her mother asked.
"Yes. In a roundabout manner of speaking, that granddaughter of
yours is here because of him. He put his life on the line for me.
So, as a way to honor his memory, I thought it would be nice to
name her after him..."
After a moment of silent and solemn contemplation, Jean Miller
smiled and said, "I do believe that our little Danielle Patricia
here has just woken up, and would like her Nanna to give her back
to her mother..."
***
Two floors above, Mickey and Gabriella were engaged in their own
conversation as they sat drinking coffee in the hospital's
surprisingly clean and newly refurbished cafeteria.
"I need to apologize to you," Gabriella said.
"For what?"
"For saying something that I shouldn't ought to have said."
"Okay! So, what did you say, and to whom did you say it?"
"Well..." Gabriella began somewhat reluctantly. "Last night,
right before she went into labor, Karen suggested that you and I
might make a good couple."
"She did, did she?" Mickey had to chuckle at that.
"Yes!" Gabriella snapped. "In so many words, that's pretty much
what she told me."
"So, what did you say?"
"I told her that I wasn't the girl for you. But then, I had a
slip of the tongue and told her that she was."
"Oh... So, is that going to be a problem?"
"No..." Gabriella returned thoughtfully. "I don't think so..."
A few minutes later, another chuckle escaped Mickey's lips.
"What's so dog-gone funny now?" Gabriella quizzically inquired.
"I was just thinking..."
"About what?"
"About Karen's suggestion that you and I might make a go of it as
a couple," Mickey replied glibly.
"I mean, could you imagine the stir the two of us would cause if
we were to do something like that..."
***
A few minutes later, as the two of them were traversing the
corridors on their way back to Karen's room, Mickey broached
another subject.
"Oh! I almost forget," Mickey said as he reached into the shirt
pocket of his uniform and withdrew a small oblong box. "I've got
something here I've been meaning to give you."
As they entered the elevator, Gabriella flipped the small box's
hinge top up to reveal the gleaming chrome surface of brand new
Honer Marine Band Harmonica. Raising the harmonica to her lips,
she played the first few bars of the well-known hymn, Amazing
Grace. Whereupon, Mickey issued a gentle rebuke to dissuade her
from her playing the instrument while in the hospital.
"So, tell me," Mickey asked. "Do you like it?"
"Yeah... it's kind of neat. Plus, unlike that trusty old horn of
mine, it's extremely portable and a lot less dangerous, if that
is, you know what I mean..."
***
That imperceptible change that had occurred in Karen's psyche got
a little nudge the first time she breast fed little Danielle.
And, though she was unaware of it occurring, each and every time
that precious newborn of hers suckled on one of those super-
sensitive teats of hers, Karen's psyche got another little nudge.
Karen's psyche also mutated a smidgen whenever she had an
occasion to interact with Mickey De Angelo. Though she remained
oblivious to the fact, Karen's formerly male oriented mind was
being systematically retrofitted. In order to provide Danielle
with the nurturing influence of an earthly father, while at the
same time, rewarding the former Catholic priest for her selfless
sacrifice, by God's hand, Karen was gradually being turned into
the kind of woman that was not only capable of, but eager to,
return the love of a man.
While Karen would never reach a point at which she would find
that she was no longer sexually attracted to other women, that
male libido of hers was being remodulated. Though she knew it
not, she was slowly but surely becoming a bisexual woman.
A couple of weeks after returning home from the hospital, from
out of nowhere, Karen, with a girlish giggle, proceeded to asked
Gabriella, "Is it just me? Or, does Mickey have a great ass?"
***
"What's wrong, Karen? Is there a problem?" Gabriella asked as her
clearly shaken friend reentered the clinic's waiting room.
"I'll tell you when we're outside. But, how 'bout we get out of
here first!!"
A few minutes later, once they were out of the building,
Gabriella, feigning impatience, sternly demanded, "Okay! What
gives, girl? What did the doctor say? I mean, you and Danielle
are all right, aren't you?"
"Yes! Yes!" Karen was clearly distraught. "We're both fine!
Actually, according to Dr. Gibbons, Danielle couldn't be finer!
As for me... well... all in all, I guess you'd have to say that
I'm doing even better than great!"
"How so?" Gabriella, already aware of what Karen's brouhaha was
all about, felt obliged to ask the question anyway.
"You're not going to believe this! But, guess what! As absurd as
this is going to sound, Dr. Gibbons informed me that my hymen is
still intact!"
"You're shittin' me, right?"
"No, Gabriella! I'm not! Technically, I'm still a virgin!"
***
A few minutes later, Gabriella, having assumed the role of the
devil's advocate, innocently put a question to her friend. "So,
tell me. What's so bad about you and your still being a virgin?"
Irately, Karen snapped, "I can't believe you're actually asking
me that question! Need I remind you what happened the last time
there was a virgin birth! I told you before, Gabriella! I'm no
Mary, Mother of God! I'm simply not cut out to handle something
that... that... that..." Karen, unable to find the right words to
express the turmoil that raged within her, frantically stammered.
"Stupendous..." Gabriella, taking pity on her friend, tentatively
offered.
"Yes!" Karen wildly exclaimed. "That's the word I was looking
for! Stupendous! Look! I might be a good person! And, even though
the odds are stacked against me, I think I'm actually becoming a
good mother! But, even with all of that, there's no getting
around the fact that I'm not cut out to handle something as
stupendous and earth shattering as that!"
"So, what are you going to do, Karen?" Gabriella said bluntly.
"Cut and run? Let's say you're right. Let's say that God chose
you to be the mother for the Second Coming of His only Son, Who
just happens to be His only Daughter this time around. What are
you going to do?
"Are you going to say the hell with it; leave Danielle with your
parents and haul ass?"
"No! I would never do anything like that!"
"That's right! You wouldn't! You wouldn't, because you couldn't!
You're just not that kind of person, Karen!"
"I know I'm not that kind of person... But sometimes, I wish I
were..."
"Oh, no you don't! You might think you do. But, take it from me;
it's just not in your nature to be like that. Remember, kiddo.
It's like I keep telling you. You're one of the good guys.
"That's to say that you're going to keep doing the right thing if
for no other reason than it's the right thing to do.
"Besides, Karen, even if Danielle is God's Child, she's your
child, too. And, that means, you are going to do everything and
then some to ensure that she's raised right..."
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