About 8 months later
October 9th.
Skye:
I let out a loud grunt and threw my head back. “Ugh!”
I squeezed Chris’s hand tightly as I pushed as hard as I could. “Calm down baby, calm down,” he said, trying to comfort me. I snapped my head in his direction and I wanted to smack the shit out of him.
“What do you mean calm the fuck down? I’m pushing a fucking human being out of me. How about you come up here and push a baby out your dick?” I snapped. He flinched and laughed. I couldn’t help but to smile a little bit but that didn’t last long because the pain of me pushing the baby out was over the top.
We still don’t know what the baby is. We decided to wait until we actually had it to find out.
“Okay, I see the head. The baby’s coming,” the doctor said in a calm voice. I sighed and continued to push when he told me to. I felt myself getting wider as the baby came out. Boy I remember when I went through this with Jordan. He had a big ass head so it felt like somebody was trying to kill me when I pushed him out.
“Okay, give me about two more pushes.” The doctor was bent between my legs, ready to grab the baby when it came out. I gave my all into these last pushes until I felt the baby completely slip out.
Finally, I’ve been in labor forever and it finally came out. “What is it?” Chris exclaimed, jumping up out of the chair that sat next to my hospital bed. The doctor rose up with a crying baby in his hands.
I felt like crying not only because I was in pain but because I just gave birth to the love of my life’s child.
“You two have yourself a little girl,” the doctor smiled. Chris jumped up and started to hoop and holler. He bent down and planted a wet kiss on my forehead. “Ewwww,” I dragged out. He sucked his teeth.
“Now would you like to cut the umbilical cord, or do you want me to do it?” the doctor asked Chris. Chris was so excited. I’ve never seen him glow like this before. “I want to do it!” He shouted like a little kid. He followed the doctor.
I laid my head back on the pillow and let out a relieving sigh. Finally after these long nine months the baby is here. After nine months of me craving, bitching, having mood swings, having morning sickness, and having Chris run to the store in the middle of the night because I needed something urgently that we didn’t have, it finally happened.
I couldn’t help but to spread a smile across my face because we were at a point in our lives now where we could actually live. We could actually be a family now.
After all the drama. After all the rough times. We can finally just sit back and relax.
My thoughts were interrupted by Chris and the doctor walking in. Chris was smiling, holding the baby wrapped up in a blanket. She finally stopped crying and he held her out to me. I reached up and cradled her. When I took my first look at her, I gasped. She had little freckles spread across her face. I looked up at Chris, examining his freckles.
