West Wing to Maternity Wing!(15)

David gave a final glance at his chart. 'For the moment I'm going to  recommend your blood pressure is monitored four-hourly. I'm still  recommending rest for you. But I don't think a gentle walk outside in  the fresh air will cause you any problems.' He gave Lincoln a little  nod. 'Providing, of course, you have some supervision.'

Lincoln nodded his head in agreement. 'I think I can manage that.'

'I thought you might.' David touched Amy's shoulder. 'I'll come back and  review things later once your blood test results are available. In the  meantime, enjoy the sunshine.'

David turned and walked out the door, leaving Lincoln and Amy staring at each other.

'I don't know if I'm happy about this.'

'What's wrong, Linc, scared to take a girl to lunch?'

Linc folded his arms across his chest. 'You make that sound like a challenge.'

'It was. I know you won't be able to resist. You were always a sucker for a challenge.'

His eyes went over to the nearest window. In the last seventy-two hours  all he'd seen of Pelican Cove had been the inside of this hospital.  White walls and pale grey floors. The thought of getting out into the  sunshine and down onto the nearby beach definitely appealed. Fresh air  and the smell of the ocean, just like back home at Fisherman's Wharf. He  couldn't think of anything better. Amy looked as if she could do with a  change of scenery too. Being hospitalised was enough to send anyone  crazy. He gave her a wink. 'I have a baby to check on. I'll be back for  you in an hour.'



Lincoln picked up baby Esther from the crib in NICU. She opened her pale  blue eyes and scowled at him, her tongue automatically coming out and  lapping. He sat down in the nearby chair and picked up her chart.  'Hungry again, little lady? How about trying to latch onto your mom?'

Val appeared at his side. 'She's still being a little madam. We're  trying to get her to latch on every time she's due a feed. But she's  still not managing.'

Lincoln ran his fingers over the thick dark hair on her head, checking  her fontanel, laughing as her tongue came out again. 'Let's take you to  Momma and see how you do.'

He went into the room next door where Jennifer was lying on her bed,  staring out the window. She sat up as soon as Lincoln came in carrying  her daughter.

'Hi, Dr Adams. Is my girl looking for food again?' Jennifer swung her  legs out of the bed and moved over into the nursing chair, settling a  pillow on her lap and holding her arms out to take Esther. She arranged  Esther comfortably and lowered her nursing bra to reveal her dark  nipple, and spent the next few minutes trying to get Esther to latch on.  Lincoln moved over to her side. 'Would you like to try another  position?'

Jennifer rolled her eyes. 'What do you suggest? I've tried the cradle  hold, the cross cradle hold, the football hold and the side-lying  position. If you've got any others, feel free to tell me.'

Lincoln put his hand on her shoulder in reassurance. 'I know this is  hard, Jennifer, but just persevere. Every time she's due to feed, put  her to the breast and eventually her sucking reflex will kick in. Look  at the way she's extending her tongue. She's doing really well with the  cup feeding and she's almost regained her birth weight. She's only lost a  few ounces-that's really good for a premature baby.'

He watched as Esther wrinkled her nose and started to wail in  frustration, one little arm escaping from her blanket and pushing  upwards. 'Here,' he said, taking her from Jennifer and wrapping her  firmly in the pale pink blanket again. 'Let's try again for a few more  minutes and if it doesn't work, I'll go and get you some of the milk you  expressed earlier.'

Jennifer nodded and sat patiently while Lincoln tried to help her latch  baby Esther onto her breast. After a few false starts Esther eventually  tipped her head backwards and enclosed her mouth around her mother's  nipple, but only for a few seconds.

Jennifer gave an exasperated sigh. 'No one tells you it's going to be this hard.'

Lincoln nodded. 'It is hard.' His eyes had a knowing glint in them. 'And  although I've had no personal experience, from what I hear, when it  does work nothing can compare.' He fixed her with one of his dazzling  grins.

Jennifer shook her head. 'You're an incorrigible flirt, you do know that, don't you?'         

     



 

Lincoln rolled his eyes. 'Me?' He pointed at his chest in mock horror. 'Never.'

She sighed. 'You are. There should be a licence against men like you.  You're all big blue eyes and movie-star smiles. The nurses around here  are practically falling on their feet around you. How many nurses'  numbers have you got in your phone?'

Lincoln had the good grace to look embarrassed. 'None. Well-none from  Pelican Cove,' he added. 'Anyway, Val and Ruth don't give me a second  glance.'

She laughed. 'That's because they know you. They've obviously developed  an immunity to you. It's all those other poor souls that haven't met you  before I feel sorry for.'

She looked at him carefully. 'You don't even know you're doing it, do you?'

Lincoln gave a shrug and picked up one of her apples from the nearby  fruit bowl, taking a big bite through the green skin. 'I don't know what  you're talking about.'

He gave her a few seconds to think, as he looked around the room.  Presents for the baby had been arriving from all around the world.

'Looks like you're going to need a room just for the presents soon.'

Jennifer looked embarrassed. 'Yes, I know. They've come from everywhere.  There's no way in the world I'll be able to use all of this. If I'd  been in Washington, one of my aides would have taken a note of them all,  so we can send thank-you notes.' She bit her bottom lip. 'But I had a  bit of temper tantrum and insisted all the aides leave. And I haven't  had time to even look at most of them. I'm sure I can find a good home  for some of these things.' She picked up the nearest parcel, with  beautifully knitted matinee jackets in white and pink. 'What about the  NICU? You work in there, Lincoln, could they use some of these?'

He gave her a smile. 'I'm sure we could. San Francisco has lots of  families that need some support. Our unit often has to do fundraising so  all donations are gratefully received.'

Jennifer eyes swept over the room. 'I've no idea what kind of thing  would be best for your unit. Do you want to give me a list?' She pointed  towards the door, where the latest pile of parcels had just been  delivered. 'And I'm terrified in amongst all this stuff there's going to  be a present from my Great-Auntie Bertie that I'll miss, or something  from my third cousin twice removed.'

Lincoln laid a gentle hand on her arm. 'Maybe it's time to relent and  tell James Turner you want one of your aides back. These presents look  like a full-time job.'

Jennifer frowned. 'They do, don't they.' She bent her head as she  adjusted her daughter in her arms. 'And to be honest, I want to spend my  time concentrating on Esther.'

'That's the way it should be.'

Jennifer looked up again. 'If there's anything you want to take in the  meantime-I mean, if there's anything you think the people in Pelican  Cove might need-just take it.' She waved her arm, 'It's not like I'll  miss it.'

Lincoln gave a wry grin. 'Actually, there is something, but it's not what you think.'

Jennifer raised her eyebrow in interest. 'Really? Now, that sounds fascinating. What is it?'

Lincoln bent over and picked up a battered sunhat from beside the bed.  'Can I borrow this? I'm taking a friend for lunch and I think she might  be a little unprepared. A sunhat would be perfect.'

A knowing smile spread over Jennifer's face. 'Would that sunhat be for a pregnant pale-skinned redhead?'

Lincoln started. 'How on earth … ?'

She tapped the side of her nose. 'I'm the First Lady, Linc. I know  everything.' She laughed. 'Actually, does she need some maternity  clothes? I've got a whole wardrobe full that I won't need. Help  yourself.' She pointed to the wardrobe in the corner of the room.

Lincoln wrinkled his nose. He hadn't even thought about clothes. And  truth be told, Amy probably needed more than a sunhat. Would she be  offended if he took her some of the First Lady's maternity clothes? No.  He didn't think so.

He gave a little nod. 'Actually, that might just be perfect. Now, let's see if we can get Esther latched on again.'



Amy was sitting on the edge of her bed, wearing the same white smock top  and maternity jeans she'd had on three days ago when she'd been  admitted. Her eyes widened in shock as Lincoln burst through the door,  having changed into jeans and a T-shirt, his arms jammed with clothes,  which he dumped on the bed next to her.         

     



 

'What on earth … ?'

'Sorry I'm a bit late,' he said breathlessly. 'I was checking on the  First Baby and Jennifer asked if you'd like some of her maternity  clothes. She says she won't be needing them any time soon. I hope you  don't mind-I said yes on your behalf. I wasn't sure if you'd brought any  more clothes with you.' Lincoln held his breath. Had he just committed a  huge female faux pas?

Amy turned and looked at the pile of clothes next to her, fingering the  expensive fabrics of the designer clothes. 'Wow!' she whispered, as she  took in the wide range of styles and colours. Her dark green eyes turned  to Lincoln, who breathed a huge sigh of relief. She wasn't angry.  Instead, she looked like a child in a sweetie shop. 'She said I could  have all these?'