Unfit to be a mother

Unfit to be a Mother: 16

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Chapter 16

            I kicked my feet back and forth, my heels hitting the metal of the table. Braxton Hicks. Fake contractions. That was exactly why I had asked the doctor what contractions felt like every time I went to my ultrasound appointment. She always replied, “Trust me, you’ll know.” The thing was, I had no idea what to expect. That pissed me off to no end.

            On the bright side, I learned that real contractions will be ten times more painful. Hooray for me. I sighed loudly. We had been at the hospital for two hours. Dad was scared beyond reason. He had been scared shitless when I told him that I thought I was in labor. He spent over ten minutes running about the house, not sure what to do.

            I finally convinced him to take me to the hospital, just to find out that I wasn’t having real contractions nor going into labor. It was actually quite embarrassing.

            When we got to the hospital, they took me into a room, had me change into one of the gowns and a lady checked me. She assured me that I wasn’t in labor. She explained what real contractions would be like—more intense and closer together as time went by. They did an ultrasound and made me wait for results.

            Dad was rubbing his brow, probably trying to make a headache go away. “Sorry Dad,” I apologized. “I—I didn’t know what was happening.”

            “It’s okay, Jenna. I should’ve known. You’re only seven and a half months.”

            I shrugged, “Fey could’ve been early.” I felt stupid. So unbelievably stupid. “But now that I know it wasn’t real, we won’t have any more false alarms,” I told my father.

            The nurse came back in, “Hello Jenna,” She chirped. “Your baby is perfectly healthy. You can get dressed and go home now.”

            “Thanks,” I said. I took my clothes and went to get dressed. Luckily, I had worn pajamas to the hospital so they were easy to slip in to. I texted Liam and Dylan and told them about my false alarm. They deserved to know. Well, Dylan did. I wasn’t sure that Liam had to know, but I wanted him to know because he was my best friend.

            Then it came crashing down on me. I wasn’t ready for the baby.

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            Getting up the next day was torturous. I reserved a special hate for Mondays. They were the bane of my existence, besides Eileen and Chloe, of course. Still, I got up and dressed in my regular jeans and a t-shirt with a hooded sweatshirt. My sweatshirt didn’t exactly zip anymore. It was too small. You should invest in a bigger sweater, I told myself. But it did serve its purpose of keeping me somewhat warm.

            I sighed a traveled downstairs, gravitating toward the kitchen. “You don’t have time for breakfast today,” Dad boomed from his La-Z-Boy recliner.

            “Why not?” I whined.

            “I woke you up almost a half-hour late. Now go brush your teeth or you’re going to be late.”