Ha Jin - A Free Life

ON MONDAY MORNING Pingping didn't eat breakfast, as the doctor had instructed. The Wus arrived at Northlake Hospital before nine o'clock. Dr. Walker wasn't there yet, but a Filipino nurse in scrubs led Pingping into a curtained area in a large room. Pingping undressed and lay down on a gurney; then the nurse covered her with a sheet, checked her vital signs, and gave her an IV. An anesthesiologist came and began administering an anesthetic to her. He said to Nan, "My wife lost a baby last year too. It was hard. I know how you feel." As he spoke, his large Adam's apple was joggling.

Nan said, "Doctor, we would like to take our baby home."

The stumpy man looked surprised, but told him, "You should talk to her obstetrician. To my knowledge, this hasn't been done before."

Pingping said in a frightened voice, "We want her stay with us forever."

"I understand."

The man's eyes dimmed, and he turned and hurried out. Nan kissed Pingping and said, "Don't be scared. Everything will be all right."

She nodded, smiling a little. Then the nurse unlocked the wheels of the gurney with her toe, pulled it into the hallway, turned it around, and pushed it away. As they were moving toward the operating room, Pingping still fastened her eyes on Nan as if eager to pull him along. His stomach lurched, though he forced a smile, waving to assure her that she'd be fine.

Nan was pacing up and down along a wall in the lobby with a canvas bag containing the casket slung over his shoulder. He was worried about his wife and prayed that she would come out of the operation safely. At last the warty-faced Dr. Walker appeared and hurried up to Nan. He said in an adenoidal voice, "We have everything in place. Pingping will be all right." But when Nan said he wanted to take the baby's body home, the obstetrician looked away. His blue eyes were downcast, but then they turned back to look at Nan. Dr. Walker told him, "I can feel your pain, but the baby would look very messy, an awful sight." "Can you let us have her?"

"I have no objection to that, only because people usually don't do this. In any case, don't worry about the baby. We have to focus on the mother now."

That was true, so Nan didn't press further. Dr. Walker headed away and disappeared past the red-brown door to the operating section.

Nan resumed pacing the floor while thinking about the obstetrician's words. The thought grew clear to him that the baby would be shapeless, maybe torn to pieces in the operation. That might be why people didn't take the fetus home after an abortion. All the same, he hoped Dr. Walker could let him keep his daughter's body, broken or intact. If only Nan had given him the casket. Yet he didn't blame himself for not having handed it to Dr. Walker, who might have refused to take it even if Nan had insisted. The doctor was right- what was at stake now was Pingping's safety. Her life might indeed be in danger. That thought frightened Nan. He tried to imagine how she was suffering on the operating table. Were the doctors using all the blunt metal instruments to open her and tear out the dead fetus? Could the anesthetic they'd given her suppress all the pain? That was unlikely. However effective the drug was, she must have felt she was being butchered.

A full hour passed, and still there was no word about Pingping. Nan asked the old woman at the information desk how his wife was doing, but she had heard nothing from the operating room yet. He got so tensed up that he couldn't stop walking back and forth at the end of the waiting lounge. People sitting in the scooped plastic seats glanced at him from time to time. Something stirred in his gorge and set him hiccupping. He pressed his fist against his solar plexus, but the visceral spasms wouldn't stop. If only his parents-in-law were here. That would have made Pingping feel protected. When she had given birth to Taotao, her parents, both retired then, had taken care of her during her two months' maternity leave because Nan had to stay at school attending seminars. Her father, a skinny chain-smoker despite his hacking cough, cooked special meals for her every day so that she could have enough milk for Taotao. Her parents nursed her so well that most of her small illnesses, such as a weak bladder and occasional light-headedness, were cured when her leave was over. In addition, her hair had grown thick and abundant. Never had she felt so healthy as when she rejoined her husband in Harbin. Recently Pingping and Nan had talked about asking her parents to come and stay a few months, but they dared not invite them, afraid Nan 's parents would be jealous and make trouble, at least wanting to come as well. It would be impossible for Pingping to get along with Nan 's mother, who was too manipulative and would boss her around.

As Nan was pacing up and down the floor, the old woman at the information desk came up to him and said, "Hey, your wife's coming out of the operation momentarily. Go to the front door of the medical building and pick her up there."

"How is she?" he asked.

"She's doing all right. Bring your car there quickly."

Before Nan could leave, Dr. Walker appeared, his eyes shifty: he looked rather shaken. He told Nan that Pingping was safe, but the operation had taken longer than anticipated. He didn't mention the baby's body and Nan was so worried about his wife that he forgot to ask about the aborted fetus. Handing him his card, the obstetrician said, "Feel free to call anytime you need me. I'll call this afternoon to check on Pingping."

The instant Nan took the card, Dr. Walker turned around and strode away.

Nan rushed out of the lobby through the side door. He gave the numbered brass tag to a gangly black valet, who hurried away to fetch his car. Several people were waiting for their vehicles at the side entrance too. A bony middle-aged man told everybody excitedly that his wife had just given birth to a healthy boy. He turned to Nan and beamed. Nan managed to say, "Congratulations."

"How about you? Gonna be a father?" the man asked. "We just lawst a baby girl."

"I'm sorry, really sorry." The man looked a bit abashed. He turned away and gave a tip to a short black fellow who handed over his key. "Thank you, sir," the valet said cheerfully.

A moment later Nan got his car key from the other valet and tipped him a dollar. He drove to the front entrance of the medical building, where Pingping was sitting in a wheelchair, a young nurse standing behind her with both hands on the back of the chair. Seeing his wife empty-handed, Nan knew Dr. Walker hadn't let her have their baby's body, but he didn't ask her about it. He opened his car door and helped her get in. "She's very weak. Be careful," said the nurse, still wearing a pale blue cap.

Pingping seemed half paralyzed and could hardly move her head and limbs. Nan buckled her up. Without delay he pulled out of the driveway, as there were many cars waiting behind to pick up other patients. He drove out of the hospital and got onto I-285. On the way home he observed his wife now and again. Her eyes were closed, the lids twitching. Apparently she hadn't fully come out of the anesthesia yet. Her cheeks were swollen with a ghastly pallor and her mouth seemed flabby, reminding him of rising dough. Yet the expression of pain and suffering on her face touched him and made him want to weep. He kept taking his eyes off the road and peering at her. He felt a sudden onrush of emotion, his heart aching. Never had he found her face so ugly yet so moving; he was sure her sorrowful features would be embedded in his mind as one of those images that could always unloose a flood of tenderness and compassion in his heart. He remained silent for a long while lest he might let out the sobs gathering in his throat.

Having turned onto I-85, he finally asked her, "How do you feel, dear?"