happy thanksgiving

[notsocommon]

Thanksgiving was not a holiday that Helen really celebrated outside of food and drink with close friends and this year, she'd been with just Will when the labor pains had started up in earnest. She'd ignored them for a while, considering it was common enough this late in pregnancy to have some false labor but when the pain seemed to get sharp and real and the contractions worryingly close, she and Will made the trek to the clinic and luckily found Dr. McCoy, who was happy enough to deliver a baby (for a given description of happy, anyway).

It was only after the hard part was done (and they'd both slept a handful of hours, to boot) that she felt comfortable enough sending Will out to tell everyone the baby had come and felt up to entertaining company.

[[OOC: This is timed anywhere from morning to afternoon on November 23rd in the clinic.]]

Comments

[notsocommon]

"I think we'll be all right. He seems to be a relatively calm one, as far as babies go. It's a blessing."

Then again, he'd only just been born and had slept too much to have time to be awake and get fussy. Hmm.

[genetic_deadend]

"That's good. You'll have to let me, you know, babysit or something." Since that'd probably the only experience Leah ever got with kids, until Seth had one, if he ever did. She damned sure wasn't gonna hang around to have play time with Sam and Emily's rugrats. No thanks. "I mean, when he's bigger and more substantial and less dependent on boobs, at least."