“Congratulations, it’s a boy. And if he’d been born on Earth, he’d weigh,” the nurse did some quick math in her head, “seven pounds six ounces. Oh, the administrator’s here!”
The new mother felt somewhat exposed with her feet still up and legs spread open, but the nurse quickly arranged the blue blankets to give her some dignity.
“Miss, there’s some press here,'” the administrator began conversationally.
“Press?” The idea was somehow worrying.
“Well, miss, first baby born on Mars and all that. ABC is offering to pay his first year’s air tax for pictures, and an interview with you…”