I finally get into bed and take a deep breath. Getting into bed when you are 9 months pregnant is really difficult. While I am trying to catch my breath I feel the baby kick. I pull up my shirt and touch the place he just kicked. I feel him kick again. This time I can see my belly push out when he kicks. I start to tear up and rub the spot where he kicked. Simon walks in and sees me looking emotional. "Babe what's wrong?" asks Simon. "The baby just kicked and you could see it!" I tell Simon. He climbs into bed. Then he crawls over to my side and takes my legs and spreads them apart. Then he lays on his belly and presses his lips to my stomach. He starts talking to him and he starts to kick again. This time really hard. It causes me to sit up straighter and Simon quickly gets up. "What's wrong are you okay?" asked Simon worriedly. "The baby is kicking really hard" I tell him. I put my shirt down and decide to try and go to sleep. I lay down on my side with my back towards Simon and he wraps his arms around me. He kisses the back of my neck and I fall asleep.
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I bolt up in bed and am in immense pain and lots of pressure on my back. Simon sits up and asks me whats wrong and I tell him the baby is coming. Pregnancy has been painful but this is a different pain. Much stronger than any other. Simon climbs out of the bed and comes to my side. He turns on the light and pulls the covers off of me. The pain stops and I swing my legs off the bed and slide down until my swollen feet touch the floor. I hold onto Simon as we walk towards the living room and start to feel another contraction. This one is worse. I scream, curse, and squeeze the life out of Simons hand until it's over. Then he helps me to the couch and kisses me quickly before running up the stairs. Most likely getting the hospital bag. He comes down the stairs two at a time and rushes over to me. He helps me up and we head towards the front door. We get onto the porch and I feel another contraction and I bend over and my knees start to feel week and Simon is having to hold me up. When that ends Simon just picks me up and carries me to the car. He sits me in the passengers seat kisses me and runs to the drivers side. He turns the car on and backs out of the driveway. Then we make the twenty minute trip to the hospital.
On the way I go through 5 or 6 more contractions . Once we get to the hospital he pulls up to the emergency entrance and stops the car. He gets out grabs the hospital bag and runs to my side of the car. He opens the door and picks me up and carries me into the lobby. I lay my head on his shoulder and try to focus on my breathing. A nurse comes to us with a wheelchair and he carefully sits me down in it. I am wheeled back into the delivery room. We make it to a room and Simon helps me up and I have another contraction. I lean my head on his shoulder, grit my teeth and squeeze his arms. "Fuck! It hurts!" I yell through gritted teeth. Simon brushes my hair back and holds me up so I don't collapse from the immense pain. Once it's over he helps me out of my clothes and into a gown. I then get into the bed and they strap stuff on me. The nurse has me prop my legs up and checks to see how far dilated I am. "Well you are at 3cm. You have a ways to go" says the nurse. She asks me if I want an epidural and I tell her yes and she leaves to go get it. I then tell Simon to tell everyone we are here and make sure he calls my mom first. Simon makes all the calls and everyone is on there way. The nurse comes back in with a cart and ask me to sit on the edge of the bed. She pops the buttons open and exposes my back. She takes the long needle and places it in. She has me lay back down and she straps a monitor on my stomach that keeps track of my contractions. Then she leaves and tells me to call if we need anything. Simon pulls up a chair and sits by the bed while holding my hand. I don't feel any pain anymore so me and Simon just sit here in silence. I decide to take a nap and ask Simon if he will lay in the bed with me. He carefully lays down beside me and rest his hand on my stomach. We fall asleep and dream of our baby.
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I wake up to a gentle call of my name. It's my mum. She walks over to me and gives me a hug careful not to wake Simon. She then asks me lots of questions that I answer gladly. She then takes a seat in the chair and tells me she is going to sleep. I fall back asleep shortly afterwards.
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An hour later I wake up to a horrible pain. "Fuck!" Simon wakes up and so does my mom. Then Simon realizes what's wrong and gets out of the bed. Then he walks over to all the machines and presses a button that turns up my medicine so I don't have as much pain. I ask him if he can go get a nurse so she can check me and he kisses me then walks out. My mum starts telling me how proud she is of me and how much I am growing up. A few minutes later Simon comes back with the nurse. My mum steps out and Simon comes to my side and holds my hand. I prop my legs up and she checks me and says I am at 7"cm. I'm getting closer. I decide to try and sleep some more.
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A few hours later I wake up to a even more horrible pain. "Fuck!" Simon who was sleeping in the recliner bolts up and rushes to my side. My mum isn't in here. I guess she left or something. Simon takes my hand and holds it while I squeeze it with all of my might. He presses the button on my bed to call the nurse in. A few minutes later she comes in. I ask her to check me. I prop my legs up again and she tells me I am at 9'cm. Then she says it's time to prep me for delivery. It's finally here. I will get to meet my baby. She has me take my blankets off and props my legs up on holsters. Then she presses a button on her hip and nurses and a doctor comes in with all kinds of stuff. I start to feel another contraction coming and grip Simons hand but try to hold in my screams. I grit my teeth and start to breath heavily and sweat starts to pour off my face and make my hair stick to my neck and face. After it ends I lay my head back onto the pillow and ask Simon to get into the bag and find me a ponytail. He finds it and hands it to me and I put my hair into a messy bun. By then they are all set up and the doctor gets between my legs. I don't like it at first because who wants half a dozen people looking at their vagina which is now probably ugly af from all of the stretching. He tells me I am now at 10"cm and on my next contraction I will push for ten seconds. I feel the contraction start and bend forward as I grip Simons hand in a vice grip and push with all of my strength. I here someone counting down from ten but end up screaming and I can't here them anymore until the doctor says stop. I do this 6 or 7 more times with loads of swearing, screams, and tears. The next push is stopped when the doctor tells me to hold on so I get worried but he tells me the baby is crowning and relief floods through me. He has me push again. "Fuck! Holy fucking shit! Fuuuuuuuucck!" I can feel him slide out of me and the pressure that I had been feeling for hours is now completely gone. Then he starts to cry and the doctor has Simon cut the cord and then he sits him on my chest. He is perfect. He has red hair, he is pink and so tiny with all ten toes and ten fingers. I lift him up off my chest and look at his face which looks exactly like me. I kiss him on the cheek and he stops crying and opens his eyes. I squeal and look up at Simon to see that he is crying and whisper to him, "he has my green eyes". Then Simon bends down and kisses me then kisses the baby. The nurse comes up to us and ask to take my baby and clean him up. I kiss him one more time and hand him to her. I watch her as she walks across the room until I am drawn back to reality by Simon calling my name. I look up at him and he starts telling me how proud he is of me and that he loves me. We kiss again. Then I notice how hungry I am because I haven't ate for hours. I ask Simon if he can go get me some Chinese and he says yes and he will be back as soon as he can. He kisses me again then on the head and walks out leaving me in the room by myself. Not a few minutes later the door opens and a baby bed rolls in with the nurse that took my baby. She pulls it up to my bed and carefully picks him up and hands him to me. He is asleep and all clean and smells really good. I kiss his nose and his cheek and I pull his hat off and kiss his head. Then I put his hat back on and lay him on my chest. I lean back and try to rest until Simon gets back. I almost fall asleep when he starts to move then he starts to wimper. Then he full on cries. I pick him up off my chest and decide he must be hungry. I lay him down between my legs and adjust my gown. I pick him back up and place his mouth on me and he gently starts to suck. It feels so weird. It hurts a little bit bit not bad. He continues to eat and I grab a burp rag out of his bed and put it on my shoulder. When he is finished I put his head on my shoulder and pat his back. He makes little burping sounds for a little bit then ends up falling asleep. I adjust my gown then lay back and have him laying on my chest. Simon walks in with my food and I sit up and place him in his bed. Simon hands me my food and I eat it while he walks over to the baby that needs a name now. He picks him up and holds him carefully. I finish my food and ask Simon what we should name him. We talk for a little bit about different name and I pick his first name and Simon picks his middle name. I chose Angelo and he chose James. He hands him to me and I say "hello Angelo James". I hold him until he falls asleep and lay him in his bed. Then I go to sleep.
I wake up to a crying baby. Then I remember that it's my baby. I sit up and pick him up out of his bed. Then I pull my gown down. I let him latch on. This time it doesn't hurt. He eats for a little bit then he stops when he is done so I grab a burp rag and lay him on my shoulder. I adjust my gown and start patting his back. He falls asleep so I decide to lay back down but I keep him with me. I lay him on my chest and pull my gown down a little so we can touch skin. I fall asleep while rubbing his baby back.
