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A local woman missing- Mary Kubica

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anesthesiologist is called, but he’s not immediately available. What

Shelby wants is immediate relief, but she has to wait.

“What the fuck is taking so long?” Jason asks. He paces the room.

I ask him to calm down. I tell him quietly that he’s not helping

anything by getting upset. He needs to be a calming presence, for

Shelby’s sake.

The epidural comes. Jason is asked to leave for the placement of

it. This makes him irate. I go with him. In the hall, I try to explain that

it’s a sterile procedure, a catheter being inserted directly into

Shelby’s epidural space. It’s also a liability. Fathers are notorious for

passing out at the sight of needles. It takes longer than expected

because Shelby won’t hold still. This sends Jason off the deep end. I

have to physically restrain him to keep him from going back into the

labor room.

The epidural slows Shelby’s progression. What was quick is now

slow.

The relief, though, is immediate. She nearly goes numb from the

waist down. I sit on the edge of the hospital bed beside her. I push

the hair from her eyes. I offer her ice chips and a massage. She

declines both, preferring sleep. Sleep is a good idea. She needs her

rest.

As she sleeps, Jason Tebow talks to me. He’s cynical, hostile. He

swears a lot. But maybe he’s not the monster my imagination made

him out to be. There’s a softer side to him. He’s tender toward

Shelby. It’s endearing. I can see that, though he has a temper, he

loves her dearly.

As she sleeps, Jason moves to the edge of the bed. He watches

her. He strokes her head. He holds her hand. He tells me, “My father

was never around. He left when I was five, got remarried, had

another kid. For a few years, I’d get a present at Christmas and on

my birthday. After that, nothing.” The look on his face is melancholic.

“I’m going to do better for my kid,” he promises.

“I’m sure you will,” I say. He reaches out, touches Shelby’s

abdomen.

“I’d give my kid the world if I could.”

I tell him, “I believe you would.”

“Can I tell you something?” he asks.

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