the bandit who drove her ancestors out of Mexico is if I give birth to it myself," said Step.
"Why are you still standing around?" asked Mary Anne. "Aren't you supposed to be telling her when to breathe or something?"
"Naw," said Step. "We believe in using epidural blocks. No pain. We work crosswords during labor."
"Go, please, you're making me nervous," said Mary Anne.
"Thanks for helping," said Step.
"Don't worry, I'll get even with you."
When Step got to the hospital he found DeAnne already wired up in a labor room. A nurse took the bag and the two of them settled down to their vigil. Everything was going normally now, which meant that the pains were starting, and that meant that DeAnne needed to have Step talk continuously, except when she couldn't stand to have anybody talking to her. By now he was pretty good at guessing when to be quiet and when to babble. Or maybe she was just better at hiding it when she couldn't stand to hear another word or when she was desperate for him to distract her from the horrible process that evolution had decreed for human women-giving birth to big-headed babies.
The nurse bustled in and out; the anesthesiologist punched a hole in her spine and fed in the tube for the epidural block.
Then came the bad news. "Dr. Keese's current patient is having a little trouble," said the nurse. "She may require a caesarean. If she does, there's a backup here for you-Dr. Vender. Is that all right?"
"Do we have a choice?" asked Step.
"Dr. Vender will be fine," said DeAnne. Then, when the nurse was gone, she said, "Vender is a woman.
She just joined the same practice that Mary Anne's ob-gyn is in, and Mary Anne is thinking of switching to her.
She says she's getting a good reputation."
"I don't like changing horses in midstream," said Step.
"Neither do I," said DeAnne. "But that's the way it goes- if your doctor's with another patient when your time comes, then he's not going to drop that baby on its head and come to you."
"Maybe we'll get lucky," said Step.
"Maybe that other woman will get lucky."
They didn't get lucky. DeAnne was ripe and ready to go, and Dr. Keese was still with the other woman. Dr.
Vender showed up, solemnly businesslike-she looked to Step like one of those women who always wore midcalf brown skirts in college and put on little teeny half-smiles if somebody made a joke.
In the delivery room, it didn't take all that long. DeAnne had had enough babies now that she watched her own episiotomy in the mirror, though Step didn't think there were enough babies in the world to get him used to the idea, so he didn't watch. Then, just like clockwork, out popped the head, a little twist for the shoulders, and presto, boy number three. Zap.
"Hi, Zap," said Step.
"Oh, can't you let him hear his real name?" said DeAnne. "He'll want to go back if he thinks he's going to be Zap for the rest of his life."
"Hi, Jeremy Zapata Fletcher."
"Is he all right?" asked DeAnne.
"Twenty digits total, distributed normally" said Step.
Clip. Snip. The nurse took the baby from Dr. Vender and laid it on the scale. "Be useful, here, daddy" said the nurse. "Watch the baby and don't let him walk anywhere."
"He's shivering," said Step. "I think he's cold."
The nurses were preparing something over on the side counter. Dr. Vender was taking care of the placenta and stitching up the episiotomy.
"Can't we cover him or something?" asked Step. "He's really shivering."
"Now, don't worry mama," said Dr. Vender. "Everything's just fine."
Step wanted to snap back at her: Don't talk down to us like children.
"Here we go," said the nurse. She took note of Zap's weight and then dripped something in each of his eyes with an eyedropper. "Oh, I know you don't like that," said the nurse.
"This is definitely not normal," said Step. "He's shivering and you've got to do something about it."
"What's wrong, Step?" asked DeAnne.
"Nothing's wrong," said Dr. Vender. "Daddy's just being a worrywart."
"Can the babytalk," said Step, unable to endure it another moment. "DeAnne is a grownup and so am I, and we'd both like to know what's going on with the baby."
"We've already sent for a neonatal specialist," said Dr. Vender. "It appears that it may be some kind of seizure activity. There's no proximate cause. There was no oxygen deprivation and no anomaly in any of the baby's vital signs during delivery."
Step figured that what he was hearing was