Amelia. She tried to hand her to Gladys, but Gladys demurred.
âNo,â she said. âI donât want to hold her. Just to see her. To make sure sheâs all right.â
The baby was well, satisfied from a recent bottle and sleepy from the trials of being born. She kept her little eyes fastened tightly shut, as though refusing to look at her mother. Gladys pestered the nurses with questions about every wrinkle and discoloration and coo, but the nurses were steadfast: The baby was well; there was nothing wrong with her; she was perfect. Redness, bruising, gurglingâall of that was to be expected. Gladys half-listened, eyes and fingers roving wildly over the baby, seeking imperfections. The nurse holding the baby grew tired of supporting the child at such an awkward angle and asked Gladys again if she wanted to hold the baby herself.
âNo,â Gladys said. âNo, Iâm fine. Please. Just. Take care of her. My Amelia. Take care of her, please.â
The ugly nurse straightened, bringing the baby against her shoulder, and clucked reassuringly. She was the kinder of the nurses, filled with pity. She was dowdy, fat, and a little too pale, but at least she was kind.
The other nurseâslim, pretty, skepticalâsaid she would ring for a doctor. She glared at Gladys with little concern, only rancor.
Gladys supplicated the kinder nurse. âThe birds, you see. Theyâre scaring me. The way they gathered at the window. Like an army. An evil army. You see?â
âYou need to sleep,â the pretty nurse said. âSleep will help with the mania, with the hormonesâ¦â
Gladys knit her brow. Why wouldnât this woman go away?
â⦠and,â the pretty nurse continued, âa tranquilizer. Youâll need another tranquilizer. Iâll ring the doctor straightaway.â
âYoung lady,â Gladys said, âI would like to see the head nurse, please. This is an outrage.â
The pretty woman raised her chin. âIâm the head nurse, Mrs. Dr. Roebuck.â
âThen you should be fired. Iâll see to it that you are.â
The kind nurse looked as if she was about to cry.
âTake the baby back to the nursery,â the pretty nurse said, and the kind nurse obeyed quickly.
âChildbirth,â the nurse said pedantically to Gladys, âcan be very trying. A woman under duress may see things or hear things, but they arenât really there. A woman under duressââ
âI will see to it that youâre demoted immediately,â Gladys interrupted. âIâm a powerful woman. A doctorâs wife.â
âA podiatristâs wife,â the nurse corrected.
Gladys hated her weak limbs then. In a better state, she would have leapt from the bed and smacked this pretty little brunette chicken senseless.
âGet me the doctor,â Gladys ordered. âRight now.â
The woman bowed her head with fake reverence, turned sharply, and hurried out of the room, her white shoes squeaking miserably against the floor.
Iâll teach this rude young woman a lesson, Gladys thought. Having such a task at hand made her feel better. It gave her control.
And sure enough, as promised, Gladys worked on the womanâs demotion throughout her weekâs stay in the hospital. She was kept on as a nurse but was forced into the night shift. Gladys took pleasure in bettering things and saw to it that the kind fat nurse took up the vacated position, despite the hospitalâs reluctance regarding her leadership skills.
The key to being powerful, Gladys knew, was telling people you were powerful. Eli stood at her side, lips pressed, as she ranted and raved to anyone who would listen. She leaned on them all, wronged, tearful, until they had no choice but to give in to her.
When it was time to return home, Gladys was glad for it. She left with a feeling of triumph. She had her daughter now. The pretty nurse had received her
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