Mindy Lahiri (
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[November 16th] i think i was blind before i met you
Overwhelmed doesn't quite sum up how Mindy feels right now.
She can't quite wrap her head around the fact that Danny is gone, because he's the person she wants to be speaking to now most of all. He basically raised his brother, or whatever, she's sure he'd know what to do right now. Mindy's perfectly fine at delivering babies, actually pretty damn good at it, but she's not sure what to do with a five month old.
Thankfully, he seems pretty content sucking on the edge of his blanket, not yet crying in hunger.
Which is awesome, because Mindy has never been pregnant and so her boobs are completely useless to this guy. She needs to go and get formula or a wet nurse or something, but it's so hard to move when she feels all pins and needles, all numb, stuck on the floor of the damn storage closet.
The storage closet. In an OB/GYN clinic. Of course.
She feels really fucking dumb as she starts digging around, searching through boxes of pharmaceutical samples until she comes across a few small tins of formula and nearly cries in relief. How she doesn't cry at this point is honestly a goddamn miracle, but she's suddenly driven by necessity to get this guy somewhere warm and safe and home.
She's not prepared to be a mom, but apparently she is one, so an awkward discussion with Amelia and she's done for the day, headed back to her apartment with her not-so-new son in arms.
He's still napping in a damn printer box when Mindy sends out a mass text to the people who matter to her most (the people who are still in the city, who haven't disappeared in the past handful of days), practically begging.
Danny's gone. Can u come over? There's something else.
She can't quite wrap her head around the fact that Danny is gone, because he's the person she wants to be speaking to now most of all. He basically raised his brother, or whatever, she's sure he'd know what to do right now. Mindy's perfectly fine at delivering babies, actually pretty damn good at it, but she's not sure what to do with a five month old.
Thankfully, he seems pretty content sucking on the edge of his blanket, not yet crying in hunger.
Which is awesome, because Mindy has never been pregnant and so her boobs are completely useless to this guy. She needs to go and get formula or a wet nurse or something, but it's so hard to move when she feels all pins and needles, all numb, stuck on the floor of the damn storage closet.
The storage closet. In an OB/GYN clinic. Of course.
She feels really fucking dumb as she starts digging around, searching through boxes of pharmaceutical samples until she comes across a few small tins of formula and nearly cries in relief. How she doesn't cry at this point is honestly a goddamn miracle, but she's suddenly driven by necessity to get this guy somewhere warm and safe and home.
She's not prepared to be a mom, but apparently she is one, so an awkward discussion with Amelia and she's done for the day, headed back to her apartment with her not-so-new son in arms.
He's still napping in a damn printer box when Mindy sends out a mass text to the people who matter to her most (the people who are still in the city, who haven't disappeared in the past handful of days), practically begging.
Danny's gone. Can u come over? There's something else.
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This whole situation is weird.
"And we can get him a stroller or a carrier thingy first, too. So you don't have to carry him around."
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Home is here, now, she has to remind herself.
"I know tons about babies before they're born," she feels a need to clarify, because right now she feels incompetent, even if Kate isn't the type to judge her. "And, like, as they're being born. And right after. But not so much now." When they have feelings, or whatever.
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Because if Newt had disappeared and left some baby in his place, she's pretty sure she'd have given it away already. Maybe that makes her an asshole, but she can't fathom raising a baby that came from her and Newt without him.
Of course, she's a way bigger dick than Mindy.
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Even if it's kind of expected in a place like that, she wants to keep today's trauma to a minimum.
Even if it's already at a maximum.
She looks to Kate for approval. "Right?"
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"I mean, yeah, right. Absolutely. We'll walk and I'll find a baby store on my phone as we go," she says, looking at Leo once more before leading the way toward the door. "There has to be something around here." It's just not the sort of place she'd ever go on her own.
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"Do you think Kate Spade has a line of baby carriers out?" she asks. She'd been holding off procreating for that very reason (at least, in her own mind.) "Or, like, Chanel?"
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Somehow she's never once seen it. Or if she's seen it, she's blocked it from her memory, because Kate has been living here for awhile now and she's never ever noticed this weird baby department store. Why someone would think babies needed a department store is beyond her, but maybe it's just for the mothers that can spend a lot of money.
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"Alright... that sounds perfect."
As perfect as anything can be today, officially the weirdest day of her life (not worst. She can't think of Leo's arrival as that, or she doesn't deserve to be his mom.) "Can you search, like, five month old facts?"
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Okay and this is why she hates this shit. It's all so flowery and romantic sounding, like having a baby is literally the only good thing in the world that women are capable of. It sort of makes her want to barf, but Mindy needs help, not vomiting friends, so she keeps going.
"So they can sit up and roll over and they'll start rocking back and forth, which is preparation for crawling," she reads. "They're betting at grabbing shit, so watch your hair and glasses. Oh, hey, it says most of them sleep through the night by now, so that's a good thing, right?"
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And one of the few that was willing to work Saturday nights.
As they enter the elevator, she presses the ground floor button and tries not to panic as Leo looks a little startled at the ding. She does not know what she'll do if he cries. Cry right back, probably. "So he needs, like, a crib."
She's going to need super express delivery on basically everything.
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"And those cones! To keep him from peeing on you when you change his diaper!" Korra had told her about them and Kate had laughed herself almost to the point of being sick over them, but in the end she'd had to admit they sounded rather useful. "Ugh, only a boy would pee on his mother while she changes his diaper, though. How rude."
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She'd pretty much never even entertained the idea of doing this alone. Her parents have an awesome relationship, she works full-time, single parenthood and her just didn't seem to align.
"Pee cones," she echoes, though, nodding. "Okay, that's officially number one on my list."
She deals with some pretty gross stuff in labor and delivery but doesn't fancy doing so at home.
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And just like she did for Korra, she'll help Mindy however she can.
"My friend Korra got pregnant here, y'know," she says. "And right before her son was born, her boyfriend left Darrow. Atka was born the day she found out."
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They both suck. Dads should be around. Danny's various neuroses are proof of that. Were proof of that.
Every time her mind falls into past tense she feels her chest tighten. How is she supposed to do this without him? She just has to. She survived a whole year without him.
Of course, she hadn't been madly in love with him then (or at least, she wasn't aware of it.)
"That's awful," Mindy says, and she means it. "This place is so messed up." I want to go home, she wants to say, but it doesn't feel right when Kate's here and that would mean leaving her behind.