Their Secret Royal Baby

He could see that the baby was a redhead like its mum, but he would let Beth find that out for herself.

Any moment now.

He looked over at the equipment that was all set up and at the cot that was now ready and waiting. The overhead lights would warm the little one and he gave Mandy a small nod of thanks because she had it all under control. She was pulling up a drug that would be given once the baby was born to help with the delivery of the placenta.

There were scissors and cord clamps waiting. There was a sterile wrap she would take the baby from Elias with. And there was a little moment of calm.

‘You’re doing so well, Beth,’ he said.

He meant it.

She was exhausted, her auburn hair was as wet as if she’d just come from the shower. Her already pale skin was bleached white so that her freckles stood out.

And yet she was calm now.

Resigned that her baby was coming, whether she was ready or not, Beth was doing all she could to take slow breaths so that more oxygen could get to her child.

Valerie had found the baby’s heart rate with the Doppler and it was strong and fast and it felt as if it was the only sound in the room.

‘Do you know what you’re having?’ Valerie asked, and Beth shook her head.

‘I wanted it to be a surprise.’

And, at the oddest of moments, she and Elias shared a small smile.

It was certainly that.

Then she stopped smiling.

‘Another one’s coming,’ Beth said.

He heard her hum, and then she hummed louder and her thighs were shaking as she fought not to push.

And though Beth didn’t push, her uterus contracted and the head was out.

The cord was around the neck but only loosely and Elias slipped it over the little head.

‘Are you ready to meet your baby?’ Elias asked.

‘No,’ she answered, yet her hands were reaching out.

He watched as the baby’s little almond-shaped eyes opened and then the baby was delivered into his hands.

It was a little girl.

‘Hey, baby,’ he said, and Beth watched as he smiled and saw that there were tears in his eyes. She was so glad that her baby had been delivered with love.

Somehow, at the scariest, most petrifying time in her life, she felt safe.

He held the baby as Mandy clamped and cut the cord. She was blinking at the world and taking her first breath, startled. Her eyes screwed closed and then her mouth opened and she let out a small, shrill cry. As Mandy went to get the sterile sheet to take the baby from him, instead Elias passed her to Beth’s waiting hands.

That moment of contact with the baby had felt such a vital one that he wanted Beth to experience it as well, as he knew it would be a while before she got to hold her again.

The baby was vigorous and had started to cry as she was born but calmed as she met her mother.

‘A girl,’ Beth said, as her baby was passed to her, and she scooped her in.

The baby lay stunned on Beth’s chest like a shocked little bird recovering from a fright. The little eyes were open as she breathed in the scent of her mother and listened to the familiar sound of her heart.

Mandy put a blanket over the two of them and held oxygen near the baby’s face as Elias came over to do the initial assessment of the infant.

He could not afford to think of her as his so he pushed that aside as he checked the baby.

Her heart rate was rapid and her breathing was too and she was pink.

It was a moment.

Less than a moment that mother and baby shared.

Yet it was such a precious time. There was a beautiful time of calm and peace as she met her little girl.

‘Oh, baby,’ Beth sobbed, and she held her little daughter to her naked skin.

All the problems that had got her to this point just disappeared as she gazed at her baby and met her eyes.

‘We need to get her over to the cot,’ Elias said.

‘Let me hold her a little while longer.’

‘Beth, I need to check her.’

He could hear footsteps running towards them as he peeled back the blanket and lifted the baby off Beth. The baby cried in protest at the intrusion as he took her to the warmed cot.

‘How is she?’ Beth was calling out.

Her one-minute Apgar score was a seven, which, given how premature she was, was good. Her muscle tone was low but that was to be expected with a gestational age of twenty-nine weeks.

Elias handed over to the obstetrics team and watched as they set up their own equipment.

Mandy had dashed off again.

It was becoming increasingly noisy outside the cubicle but Elias couldn’t think about what was going on out there now.

He stared down at the little baby and with every passing minute she became increasingly exhausted, unlike the vigorous baby that had been delivered.

He could see that her nostrils were now flaring, which was a sign that she was having trouble getting enough oxygen, and her limbs were flaccid.

‘Elias...’ Mandy put her head around the curtain. ‘I need you.’