Angie Page #6

She's gonna be a mother.

- Uh, do you wanna give this to Angie for me?

- Oh, sure.

- Breathe with me.

- Oooh, I'm dying!

- You're not dying. Breathe.

- I can't do it! I gotta go home!

- Yes, you can. You're not breathing.

- Help me, somebody!

- Come on, breathe.

- It's all right, Angie.

- Help me!

- Look at me. Look at your friend.

That's a girl.

S-c-a-c-c...

I-a-p-e-n-s-i-e-r-i.

Scacciapensieri.

Sorry, we don't have a Scaccia-whatever

in the computer.

I have an Angie

Scotch-and-soda.

- Where? That's my patient.

- Hello, Doctor. She's in Delivery.

Thanks. Are you

the grandparents?

Don't worry.

We'll take

good care of her.

Dr. Thorn, dial 1-8-2, please.

- How ya doin'? Where is she?

- Good.

- Inside.

- How's she doin'?

Is that her?

Five, six, seven, eight...

People, people, I'm gonna have to ask

you again, please wait in the lobby.

We need

these hallways clear.

- That hurts too much!

- One more time. Don't waste it.

- I ca...

- Push, push.

- No, I can't. It hurts!

- Come on.

That's good.

Oh! That was a big one!

It won't be long now.

- You're doin' great.

- Yes, you can. You can.

- Just change hands one second 'cause

I can't quite... - I want my epidural!

Oh, I told you.

It's too late for an epidural.

- Tell him I still think

it would be worth doing. - No.

- No!

- Come on, Angie, push!

- Die!

- Angie, focus.

I brought the focal point.

I got the focal point.

Okay, right here, baby.

Come on.

It's-It's all I had in...

Breathe, now.

Breathe.

- Focus on this.

- Get this the f*** outta here!

Angie, listen to me. There's something

I like mothers to do during deliveries...

to help them concentrate

on pushing and that's to sing.

What?

It's a medical fact that you can't panic

while you're singing Marvin Hamlisch.

# One singular sensation

# Every little step she takes

Ba-ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba #

-But I can't.

- # One thrilling combination #

- What's happening to me?

- # Every move that she makes Bum-buh-da-bah-da #

You don't know that song, we could do...

# Kiss today good-bye #

No, I know the song.

I just don't feel like singing!

I think I know what's best.

Listen, shortstuff!

The day you try and pass a ten-pound bowling

ball through the head of your dick...

I will sing the whole f***ing score

to Phantom Of The Opera...

Okay, this is

doctor's orders, Angie. Push!

# One singular sensation

# Every f***in' step

she takes #

- Breathe in and push.

- # One thrilling combination #

# Every f***ing move she makes #

Warning, now, don't make me cranky.

Please wait in the lobby.

- You're doing great.

- The baby's crowning.

- Oh, it burns!

- Don't push.

Don't push. Don't push.

Breathe.

Oh, I gotta push.

- No, you don't.

- I'm just suctioning out the fluids now.

- Come on, push.

- Help me, help me!

- Angie, I can see it.

- All right, come on now. One more push.

This is the last one.

Here we go.

- Bear down. Bear down. Bear down.

- Another push.

- Bear down. Bear down. There you go.

- Come on.

It's a boy!

- It's a boy!

- Oh, my God!

2:
14.

Oh, my God, look at his balls!

He's Italian, all right.

- He's Italian! You got a boy!

- Thank you.

Call Pediatrics.

What for?

Oh, his arm.

What?

What's wrong with his arm?

Doc?

There's a little problem,

but before we get hysterical...

we're just gonna clean him up, call

Pediatrics and have them evaluate it.

- Can't I hold my baby?

- Of course you can.

- As soon as he's ready.

- The baby's stable, Doctor.

- Tina?

- Angie.

I'm-I'm just gonna tell

everybody you got a boy.

- Vinnie.

- Tina, what is it?

What's wrong?

Here's your

beautiful baby.

There we go.

That's a boy.

Looks like

a broken wing.

Like a tiny

broken wing.

Oh, it must be bad. Aunt Violetta

ain't cracked a smile since 1967.

- Always with a sense of humor.

That's your great strength. - You look beautiful.

Oh, yeah.

Right. Hey, Pop.

- Hi, Angie.

- She really looks good.

Aunt Louisa,

how ya doin'?

Long time no see.

Oh, Louisa, come on.

Come on, come on.

- It's all right. Don't worry.

- Don't take it seriously!

Aw, there he is.

The champ.

Okay, now.

- There's only one visitor allowed during

feeding time. - That's the grandfather.

- No, no.

- I'll see you later.

We'll come back later.

What's the big deal?

- Where's Noel? - I don't know. I haven't

seen him since last night.

- Okay.

- I'll see ya later.

- All right.

- Hey, Vinnie, stay.

- I don't know, Ange. - He ain't gonna do nothin'

to me you ain't done yourself.

So, you're gonna try nursing.

You know, all the babies in the nursery

are pulling for him.

I swear they're all a part

of some secret society.

They all communicate

with each other without words.

You don't say? They teach you that

in nursing school?

- You hang around babies long enough, you pick up things.

- What do you think, Vin?

He's gonna be okay.

He's a good-lookin' kid.

Yeah.

Hold the baby... like this

so he can latch on.

Okay, come on.

There you go.

- He ain't takin' it.

- He's not in a good position.

Okay, here.

There we go.

There we go.

He don't... He don't want it.

He keeps turning away.

- Maybe he ain't hungry.

- No, he don't want me.

- Be calm.

- Come on.

This happens.

This happens.

Babies are...

very mysterious.

- He can go a long time without eating.

- Just take it easy.

- He don't want me.

- Okay.

- Oh, God.

- What if I take him away for a while?

- I'll bring him back later, okay?

- Yeah.

There you go,

little fella.

Okay, you're just a little cranky.

You had a rough day.

Technically it's called...

a congenital longitudinal

deficiency of the radius or "club hand."

Now what that means is... he's missing

one of the two bones in his forearm.

- This one, right here

- Okay.

It's nothing you did.

It's not because you had a glass of wine

in the second month.

It's just something

that happens...

in one out of about

every 300,000 births.

- It's also not genetic.

- Thank God.

Now, he's gonna need

some operations.

- How many?

- As many as it takes to make it right.

Look, what I like to say is he's gonna

do better than you expect...

and maybe not as good

as you'd hoped.

- What exactly are you saying?

Will he be able to tie shoes? - Yes.

- Will he be able to throw a ball?

- Yes. Maybe not a killer curve ball.

Long-sleeve shirts are gonna be

a little tougher to buy. Now...

There are internal complications associated

with this that we're gonna watch out for.

- Like what?

- Heart problems.

- Lung problems. Kidneys.

- Why?

Because what caused the defect in the arm could

affect the major organs as they form.

Or, Angela, he could

just sail right through.

The bottom line is... we think

he's gonna be a regular kid.

Keep him covered. Come on,

under the umbrella.

Come on,

you're home now.

Yes, you come right in here.

Oh, I gotta see him for a minute.

Let's go upstairs.

He's so sweet.

It looks nice.

- Thank you both. - Kathy worked like a dog

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