Ever since the trip to the hospital on Christmas day and my discharge the next day, I have been stuck at home under the watchful and protective eye of my mother. I mean yeah, I get it. I fainted and there was blood and screaming women and some cute paramedics 'at least I hope they were cute'. I'm not a big fan of this. I feel like I'm a prisoner in my own home. "Don't walk." They say. "Only get out of bed to use the shower and the toilet." They say again. Abby sits up in bed and speaks out loud. "Who the hell are 'they' and why the hell am I talking to myself." Oh god. Abby thinks to herself. "The crazies have begone to set in." Well, I have my book with my doodles and such, mise well use it as a weekly diary of sorts as well. Couldn't hurt. Right?
12/26 - 12/31... Not a lot has happened. I staged a jail break from my room to get snacks and got caught by 'The Warden' Sheila. Mom told me about when she was pregnant with me and had no idea what to name me till I was screaming booty butt naked in this world. Oh... mom and I went over the baby names finally. I couldn't think of what to name her so I did the next best thing. Do a tea reading. The results were amazing. I dumped the cup and looked at the remaining leaves. I couldn't believe it. There it sat, plain as day, a weeping willow tree. Ever since that moment I couldn't get the name Willow out of my mind. This was it, this was the name I set for my baby.
1/1 - 1/7... Week 2 maybe, or 3 but who's counting? ME! I am counting. Didn't get to celebrate new years. Didn't get to drink. Didn't get to leave my bed. I can say that it's been nice to have Miranda and Greyson visit. Carol is busy with her husband planning the new year ball, Liz is going through a little ruff patch, and for my husband... It's been 3 weeks and no word. I have called the hotel he's staying at and left messages asking for him to call me but I haven't heard from him. I know Rudy is busy with his job but you'd think that with everything that's happened he would at least call to check in. I know him and mom don't get along. Rudy doesn't approve of the supernatural and doesn't want to hear anything about it. Maybe that's why he doesn't call. Maybe he thinks that mom is preforming all these spells and such and he thinks it's best he doesn't know.
I have noticed that the closer to the due date the more sore I become. I have back pain and shoulder pain. I can't stand long enough in the shower to enjoy it and relax so mom got me a shower chair like I'm some kind of old lady. Ha ha, maybe she can have it when I'm done. I'll show her and old lady.
1/8 - 1/15... Another week. This is my last straw. I'm going to break free. It hurts to move around a lot but I can't sit in bed anymore. I'm gonna have sores all over my butt. I don't want that. Nothing like having to apply a cooling salve to your butt while breast feeding a baby. I mean do I really need to stay in bed? Won't a couch work the same? This way I can look out different windows. Maybe have more then the same boring 4 walls of my room. I don't know prisoners do it. Oh no.... mom's coming, gotta slide my huge butt in bed and act like nothing happened. Okay.... it's been 15 minutes since she's checked up on me. How did she know I was trying to get out of bed? Does she have an alarm on the bed so if I move it goes off? Does she have a camera in here watching? If I ask her all she will tell me is that she's a witch and a mother, and mother's always know what their babies are doing.
1/16 - 1/23... I have finally gotten the courage to leave the bed. I'm in the living room now. It only took me an hour to get here, but I made it. Here's to the small victories. Good thing I moved though, there was a spider in there that was the size of a skillet and it was like it watched me. Maybe I have gone crazy after all and the spider never existed. My mom comes into the living room and sees me laying on the couch with the controller in my hand. I stop mid movement and say "This isn't where my room is." while looking around and pretending to be confused. Mom looks at me and folds her arms across her chest. "Now I know you know damn well that you should be in bed." I give her the best puppy dog eyes I can muster and tell her, "There was a spider in my room and it was watching me. It wasn't like a little bitty house spider. This thing looked like it came from a Paula Dean skillet and was looking for dinner." At that my mom starts laughing. She sits at the end of the couch and starts to rub my feet. "How long did it take for you to get out here?" I cover my face with my hands and tell her, "It took me an hour. Don't send me back. I don't wanna go and you can't make me." She laughs again and says fine, I'll make us some tea.
1/24 - 1/31... The baby should be here at anytime. I mean it is the end of January but knowing my luck she's going to take her time coming out. I can admit that the pains have gotten worse. My legs are all swollen and I don't think I have ankles anymore. The fatigue is real and for some reason, I feel like I have to go to the bathroom every second. Mom says this is normal and that it's just the baby getting itself ready for the push out. God I hope this is a smooth short labor.
2/1 - 2/3... I woke up in the morning with what I could only assume are contractions. Maybe I should call Dr. Hunt. So long story short, Lisa comes out and takes a look at everything. She said they are similar to contractions but they aren't. She called them braxton hicks contractions. She said it could be a number of things that's causing this. Dehydration, stress, fatigue, etc. Well all I know is I'm ready to get this baby outta me. Today is the 3rd. This morning I woke up and just felt different. I got outta bed and waddled around my room. I would go back and forth from the bed to the bathroom over and over. I don't have much of an appetite but mom said I had to eat to keep up my strength for labor. I drank juice and ate some fruit and toast. This was enough to keep mom at bay for now, and for that I was grateful. I slept through lunch and dinner. I'm just so tired. It's currently 8 at night. Mom came in to kiss my head and tell me that she's going to bed and that I should do the same. Well my weekly diary I'm going to bed and hopefully I will feel less tired in the morning.
"OH GOD!!" I scream out loud. Mom comes running in my room frantic. "Are you alright? Is it time?" she asked. "Mom, I need to pee. Take me to the bathroom." No sooner I get into the bathroom and water just falls outta me just like a waterfall. "The baby's coming." My mom screams. In a flash she's running out of the bathroom like a fat kid chasing down a cake to the living room. As I sit on the toilet, I can hear mom running around frantically. I laugh a little to myself when another wave of pain hits.
11:00PM (Sheila's POV) I'm running all over the house like a chicken whose head got cut off.
⦁ 1 Call the doctor
⦁ Get kiddy pool set up in living room
⦁ Turn on all the lights
⦁ Stop to panic. "I don't have time to stop!" I yell. I go back to the task at hand.
⦁ Get the hose from outside and attach it to the kitchen sink
⦁ Turn on water (Warm)
⦁ Now, put Abby in the pool. "Abby!!?" I look around lost. "Where are you?" I hear her from the bedroom. "You left me in here." I hear Abby say. I throw my hands in the air "Damn!" and run to her room. Abby is sitting on the toilet slightly laughing and wincing in pain. I help Abby up and walk her to the living room. I help her into the pool and run for more towels. Coming back to past the kitchen, I grab the phone and call the doctor again. Finally, I get someone on the line. In a panic I start to yell "This is Sheila, need Dr. Hunt, Abby has been in labor since 11. The baby's coming!" I shut the sink off and go back to the living room. I climb in the pool behind Abby and while I rub her back softly, I hum her favorite song.
(Abby's POV) I'm so relieved that I have my mom with me. I thought that this is it. I'm finally going to meet my baby. Rudy and I will get what we have always wanted. We get to start a new chapter of our lives.
Little did I know that this birth would not only cause great pain, but it carries the shock of a lifetime. This child will not only change my life, but the life of the world as we know it.
