On an early spring evening…..young couple made love….. the husband woke up a little late.
After a few weeks, the wife went to the doctor because she thought she had a cold. But the doctor told her that it was not a cold, but rather a cold.
The young woman was desperate, crying, she is only 21! She has hardly grown out of childhood! Not yet, not yet!!!!
Abort? Well, no way!!! If Spontaneous Creation has decided it wants to come now, it will come!
Slowly he came to terms with the idea, and as the weeks went by, he began to like the situation. At just 3 months old, she wanted to “show off” her non-existent belly and started wearing maternity clothes that sagged at 48 kilos. But she was proud of it.
He only threw up once. When he found out. And he was nauseous for almost 5 months. The smell of the oranges and mushrooms he loved until then made him sick, but the cake became an everyday experience, even though “before” he couldn’t even look at it. Hm. It really is a “different” state.
Every day she would change her long hair into a different style, blossoming and enjoying the admiration that surrounded her. Her husband went to work with flowers almost every day, carried her shopping and cleaned, cooked and took care of his little wife at home. They looked after her in the street, because she was all bloomed up and glowing.
The expected date of the visit was 21 November.
Spontaneous Creation once got offended on the bus because they had to stand and wandered all the way to the right “corner”. He looked really stupid!
He kicked a lot, nested and grew very fast! His mum would talk to him, which he must have listened to carefully because he was quiet.
The belly had become huge and very uncomfortable. No more clothes would fit the young woman and when they asked, are you still in one piece? Then she replied angrily.
He was beginning to despair that there would never be two.
Then on 11 December, he went to the hospital to see if there was any problem, if Spontaneous Creation was having such a good time in there that he didn’t want to come out. November 21 is long gone.
The doctor says we have to go into labour slowly because we’re already overdue.
She and her husband walked from the hospital to the Pest end of the Margaret Bridge. By then she was tired and they took the tram.
In the night he woke up very hungry. He ate a huge portion of home-made sausages and happily fell asleep.
On the morning of the 12th, at around 8am, he woke up with a strange, unprecedented cramping pain in his abdomen. She was very sleepy and didn’t feel like getting up for a little cramp.
But the spasm recurred and was quite frequent.
Wow! Could this be IT? Uh-oh, probably! Come on, get up quickly, take a bath!
She told her dad, who was at home and they were on their way to the hospital in the neighbour’s Trabant.
They drove to the young father’s workplace and picked him up in the car. The young woman couldn’t kiss the dad when he got in because he was having another cramp. It came very often now.
They arrived at the hospital around 10am and took the lift to the ward. It was a bit bitter because the young lady had to keep hunching over.
At the examination, the nurse was terrified and said, “Oh, the baby is almost here and we’re not ready yet!
They laid her down on a bed, where she was shaking like a jelly from the almost overlapping, terrifyingly strong spasms. He didn’t move, he just shook.
When the doctor noticed this, he even tried to control the shaking, clenched his teeth, dug his fingernails into his fists and stopped shaking. He wanted to bear it with dignity.
On the delivery bed the doctor kept encouraging her to push, push harder!! Push harder!!!! I couldn’t…..Then the doctor elbowed her hard in the belly and she felt like she was going to fall apart.
Suddenly, he saw a very red little thing in the nurse’s hand and the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck. This was very quickly cut off her, and then she was held by her two tiny legs and turned upside down and patted on her tiny little bottom……this made the young lady feel sick,…but then the “manly” deep voice, inimitable …lá…..lá…..olá..olá..! / She would have known it later out of 10,000./
The young woman noticed through a fog of pain that they were measuring her tiny weight / 3kg, 54 dk/, her length / sixty-some centimetres/ and measuring her head, and then her head again, the doctor shook his head in disbelief and measured again.
Then the young woman hears her own voice, thin, barely audible with fatigue and pain: his name is Zoltán……..Zoltán……
It’s such a serious, deeply resonant, regal, masculine name. It will suit him.
12 hours have passed. / maybe just 12 minutes ???/ It was December 12. And the hospital was in the XII district. Strange! She was about to be born at that time. It was His second between billions of years and infinities of space.
