Dakota and I have been so good recently, today is homecoming, but I decided I didn't want to go. Instead, Dakota and I went to dinner at The Melting Pot. We aren't going to have much time together after I have Aylin in a few weeks.
As we got our salads, he told me about his future plans. He wants to go straight to work when he graduates, he also wants to move into his own apartment by the time Aylin is one. He told me one day he wanted to marry me and have a beautiful wedding.
"What do you see your future as?"
"I want to go to college to be a dental assistant, but I have to get through high school first. I want to move out sooner than later with you and Aylin. I don't want to depend on my dad anymore. He just does so much for me. Then I want to get a job and pay for Aylin to go to a private school." They brought out the chocolate and handed me a white plate. Written on it was "Will You Marry Me?" There was a box on it as well.
"Jaqueline Rose Taylor Sarn, will you do the honor and marry me?" I nodded and hugged him. I started crying and Aylin started kicking.
"I think Aylin is happy too," I said, whipping away my tears. "You did talk to my dad right?"
"Yes, I know how you wanted it and that's how I did it." He told me. After desert, we went home and got into bed. Then it happened. I felt like I was peeing myself but I couldn't stop it.
"Dakota?" I said, tapping his shoulder. He turned and looked at me, "I think my water just broke."
"Okay, let me get all of the blankets into the washer and get your stuff and we will go." It seemed too early to have my water break, but I guess it makes sense since I'm almost full term. I grabbed Aylin's car seat and my hospital bag and headed upstairs. I've been having contractions for the past few days, but they were never this bad.
"Jackson! Dad!" I yelled. It was eleven, so I knew they were up. "Daddy!"
"What's wrong?" My dad asked, he looked like he was freaking out.
"I'm in labor."
"Okay, we'll meet you there." I got into Dakotas car and we headed to the hospital. I told myself I wasn't going to do an epidural, but then I realized it's going to hurt more and more until the baby comes out. when we finally got to the hospital, the pain was unbearable. I laid in the bed and cried. Dakota was rubbing my back and eventually the nurse let me have my epidural. Even though it hurt, it was no where near as bad as the contractions. Since I had already been five centimeters It moved along pretty quick.
At 3:43 am, Aylin Reese Emmeline Garner was born. She was smaller, 6 pounds, 5 ounces and 20 inches. Since I wasn't completely full term, they wanted to keep her under observation.
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"She's perfect Jackie," my dad said, looking over my shoulder at her. She was. I never thought anything could be so perfect. I love her more than words can explain.
We were able to leave the next day, she was born September 9th, 2018. We put her into her coming home outfit and we left. I was nervous about going home, mainly because I knew no one was going to be there to help me, since Dakota and Jackson had school and dad had to work. When we got home, Aylin was still sleeping and I all I wanted to do was lay down. But instead, I had to do something. I knew I was going to have homework, so I sent Dakota to the school to get it all. I plan on going back after winter break so I can stay on track. But with Aylin being here for real, I don't know how I'll be able to leave her at a daycare or with my grandparents.
I got her out of her bassinet and held her to my chest. I laid down on my bed and she was laying on my chest. Dakota came down and laid a three inch binder next to me.
"Is this my work?" I asked, looking through some of the pages.
"That's what they gave me," he said. He took Aylin and he smelled her butt. She pooped.
"It's your turn." I said, opening the first page of the binder. "I changed her when we got home."
"Will you at least help?" He asked, I laughed and climbed out of bed. I handed him a diaper and the wipes and informed him how to do it. He got it down pretty quickly, and I told him about getting peed on and getting poop on your hands. He looked disgusted, but then she started crying. She needed to eat.
"Want me to feed her?" I said, shaking the bottle. He nodded and handed me the small baby. I sat in bed, fed her half of the bottle and then I burped her, then fed her the rest and burped her. She fell asleep after she burped and put her in the bassinet. I grabbed one of my mechanical pencils and started my homebound work...
