Treacherous Love

Celebrate (part 2)

Looking around at all my friends, family, colleagues and his close friends was surreal. I was seated at small round table in a white wicker chair that was decorated to match the theme of the wedding. There were 5 white balloons that spelled out BRIDE in pink italic letters. Maurice chair was next to mine with balloons silver balloon that spelled out GROOM in italic white. Our large backyard had been turned into a scene out of a disney princess movie. Since being pregnant I really hadn't spent much time out here, so I had forgotten that this area was one of the reasons I fell in love with this house to begin with. There were 3 large tables decorated and filled to capacity with appetizers, dinner, and dessert. A platform set up like a stage was situated in the middle of the yard. Rather than having a DJ like all the other receptions I've been to, there was a band playing smooth r&B and jazz music. The area designated for gifts was full to capacity, I could tell there were even some baby gifts in the mix.
Everyone came to congratulate and hug me. I exchanged small talk with almost everyone till the point that my cheeks and jaws were tight. I looked to my mother, who was having a conversation with the caterers. I was disappointed, because I knew she would understand and relieve me. Maurice had went MIA about an hour ago and I was so uncomfortable and just needed a few moments to myself. To my advantage Regina came to check up on me. She sat in the chair meant for the groom and whispered in my ear "You look drained cousin. You good?!" I finished hugging one of my coworkers and thank them for attending, then I excused myself to talk to Regina. "Actually I'm very uncomfortable right now." Her eyebrows creased "What's wrong? Is it the baby?" Shifting myself so I could face her, I put my hand on my lower back where I felt dull constant pain. "I'm hurting a little bit. I tried to find..." her eyes bugged out and she jumped up from her seat "She's in labor, get Maurice NOW!" She hollered to the crowd. Rolling my eyes in the back of my head I reached out to grab her arm to make her sit back down. It didn't feel like labor it was just a little pain. "What..you having a contraction?" Without even waiting on my response she yelled "She's having contractions" running my hand down my face I stood up to get her to calm down,but she grabbed me and started ushering me back to the house. "Gina, I didn't say that." I was shrugging her off me, but each time I got her to let go of one part of me she would grab somewhere else. The more we walked and I struggled against her, the more uncomfortable I became. "Please Gina stop!" She huffed and stopped her foot. "Girl, I know how labor starts, I'm telling you, you got that look and the pain does start in your lower back believe it or not." She fussed and grabbed my hand leading me through the patio door into the kitchen. "Where is she?" And that was it, there was no turning back once I heard that. Maurice had gotten notice of my "contractions" and where I believed I was in labor or not I was going to the hospital. He didn't play about Simone. "SHES HERE!" Regina yelled over everyone that had seemed to follow us to the kitchen. "Oh Gosh..." I mumbled shaking my head. This was ridiculous, what started out as me just needing a few minutes to myself and a little back pain turned into a false labor scare. "Let me through...oh my baby" Within the spam of 5 mins, the music stopped and everyone was hovering over me. Maurice was barking orders to someone about getting the bag from the nursery and the pulling the car around. Regina was steady rubbing my back and my mother was holding my hand telling me to squeeze as hard as I needed too. "Will you all just stop and listen to me for a minute." Jean stepped up and started clearing everyone from the kitchen and Maurice bend down to scoop me up in his arms. "But....I'm trying to tell you..." He kissed my lips interrupting me "I know Rai baby...I know it hurts, just give a few minutes and we'll be at the hospital." While carrying me to the truck my whole thought process was interrupted. A beautiful white horse and carriage trim in silver decorated in pink and silver flowers was sitting in front of the house. My jaw dropped. "Oh...myyyy...is that for me?" I managed to ask coming out of my state of aww. "Oh, yeah....ummm....I was one of my surprises for you." He commented putting me in the passenger seat of his truck. "Maurice..." I held his face so he would stop, slow down and look me in my eyes so I would know I had his full attention. "Yes.." He replied calmly. "I don't think I'm in labor. Umm...but this back pain is starting to really get intense." I screwed my top lip up and tried to relax into the seat. Maybe that wicker chair wasn't such a good idea, even though I had a small pillow at my lower back it still wasn't comfortable to sit in. "Baby sometimes labor starts in your back instead of the traditional pains that most women feel in their pelvic area." He kissed my lips and stood back a little resting his hand on my stomach. "It's up to you at this point. Nobody really knows, but you Rai." I started thinking about all those videos Regina had forced me to watch on childbirth and closed my eyes trying to really concentrate on this feeling. On top of the constant dull ache I would get sharp pains from time to time that seem to last about half a minute. My water didn't break though and that was the sign I was looking for to really let me know I was in labor. I didn't wanna be sitting at the hospital for hours just for them to tell me to go home and relax because I wasn't in active labor. "You think I should wait until my water breaks?" Maurice eyebrows creased "I thought Regina said you were in labor?" We both turned out heads as we watched everyone leaving the house. They were all waving goodbye, blowing kisses, saying congratulations, and good luck. After everyone had said their goodbyes I explained to Maurice what happened. I was constantly shifting in the seat and rubbing my lower back, because the pain hadn't gone away, it was actually increasing. He listened quietly and then calmly commented "Well based on what I see, I think she's right Rai. It seems like you may be in the early stages of labor. I would honestly feel better if you atleast get checked out." I rolled my eyes because I knew he would be ready to go no matter what, just from the mention of labor. I arched my back trying to relieve some of my discomfort and he closed the door and walked around to the driver seat. "You ready?" He asked putting the truck in reverse. "I guess so" I sighed.
On the way to the hospital it seemed like he hit every bump and pothole there was to find and I felt it all in my lower back. At one point a pain shot in my back so quick and hard it knocked my breath out my lungs. I gripped the car door and center console, digging my nails and clenched my teeth trying to keep from screaming. Maurice simply grabbed my hand and interlocked our fingers allowing me to squeeze him until the pain subsidie.

"Who are you texting right now?" I was in a hospital gown in this uncomfortable bed with Dr's and nurses constantly probing and checking me and this man kept leaving my side, because he was so preoccupied with his phone. "Raichelle don't start. I'm here am I not?" He huffed looked me in my eyes long enough to make that statement, then his attention went back to the phone. "Well you may as well not be, your paying more attention to your text conversation than you are to me and I'm about to bring our daughter into this world. Can you just call my mother?" I would've done it, but all my belongings were put up in the cabinet when I was told to change into this gown. "If you want me to call Lady I will, but if she's here then I don't need to be." My jaw dropped and I looked at him like he just grew two heads out the side of his neck. That's how ridiculous that statement sound to me. "Are you for real right now.....sssss....oooooooooooo!" I didn't even have time to cuss him out like I wanted to, because another contraction hit. "Oooooh...baby please...I need you." I said through clenched teeth as I reached my right hand out to him and put pressure on the top of my belly with the other. He smirked and pit his phone in his back pocket making his way to my bedside.  He placed a kiss on my cheek and kneaded my lower back with the palm of his hand. "God! Oh Lord! Oooooooooooo!" I wined as I tried to breathe through the contraction like they taught me at my birthing classes. "Just breathe, baby." He whispered in my ear. I shook my head and focused on my breathing till the pain passed.

"Can I have some ice?" I asked weakly.  The Dr. announced that I was 9 centimeters dilated and coached me to start pushing about 3 hours ago. Between the pushing and contractions  I was honestly worn out. My mouth was dry as fuck, it felt like my whole body was vibrating pain and someone must've turned the heat on, because I was sweating bullshits. "Your doing good love." Maurice cooed softly to me as he handed me the plastic cup full of crushed ice. My feelings were so hurt when they told me I couldn't eat anything when I got hungry. Substituting ice for food had me on my 4th cup. "I'm so tired.....im.just ready to be done already I whined and laid my head on his shoulder. He had this small rubber ball that fit in the palm of his hand, but when he rubbed my lower back with it.....the relief it gave felt like heaven.  "Ok Raichelle, what I need you to do on your next contraction is hold your legs and really bear down when you push. Ok." I nodded my head in understanding and handed the cup back to Maurice to put on the side table. I became nervous and tried to concentrate when I felt the pressure beginning to build as another contraction started. The dials on the  CTG machine started going crazy and sweat was pouring down my face. "Ok, this is it...you ready." I took a few deep breaths, grabbed my legs and put all my energy into pushing.

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Lol, you can always count on some type of drama with Rai. Nothing goes smoothe sailing for her.

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