Bex Mack: Story of Bexs life!

Its time

It's September, September 27th to be exact.
Everyone just had started school.
I scroll through facepage seeing all the "Back to school!" Pictures. And then I see Katelyns. Doesn't bother me that much though.
The baby's due date is getting closer. Three more weeks, almost on the 29th.
Soon I will be holding a baby. My baby.
The only thing I'm excited about to have this baby is just having her out of me. Now that I'm 9 months pregnant, it's a lot of stress. Though this has been going on since 6 months.
No sleep. Having to pee every five minutes. Literally. Stuffy noses. Which are the worst since I already can't breath. And just being uncomfortable.
The baby is now fully upside down, meaning she's in birthing position. So it's a little uncomfortable. I've also started to feel something like contractions.  I forgot what it was called, the doctor told me, but he said it's just preparing your body for birth.
Kinda scary to think about it.
The past week I have been preparing for the baby to come. I got all her clothes hung up in the closet next to all mine. And her bassinet next to my bed.
My room is now half mine, and half the baby's.
I have a chair to set her in so I don't have to always hold her even though I can see myself wanting to always hold her.
The only thing I haven't done, was pack my hospital bag. I've been taking it slow, and I have two weeks till she's due.
Since I've been home alone, I have been watching Buffy the vampire slayer which is now one of my favorite shows and I think a name of a baby a few blocks down. I swear I saw a mom and a dad who had a baby about 5 months and the dad was taking a picture of the mom and the baby in front of our house and I think I heard the dad say "Buffy!! Up here!!" But I could be wrong.
Speaking of names, I haven't even started to think of what I should name mine. I was thinking something simple like Lily, but that's too simple and I wanted to name her something that Bowie would like too, if he ever came back, or if I ever tell him.
Wow. Names are hard.
Today was like any other normal day. Got up, ate breakfast, watched TV, ate a decoy s breakfast, and continued to watch TV. I got done with about three episodes and started to get hungry. It was about lunch time, so I got up to go get some food.
"Ow!" I said.
Had another fake contraction. But this one really really hurts.
Luckily In the kitchen by the island, so I set my hand on there.
This really hurts.
Finally, it's over.
But now I have to go to the bathroom.
"Aw come on baby! I wanted food!"
She kicks. Funny.
"Alright! I'll go to the bathroom first... jeez."
When I went to lean back up, I felt something.
"Oh come on really?!! I did not just pee myself."
I went to start to walk to the bathroom, but before I could even take another step, I felt something that I knew wasn't pee. It was to much to be pee.
"Uh oh."
My water broke.
I felt another contraction. And I think this one was real.
"Owwwwww!!"
I couldn't bare the pain.
I grabbed the house phone that was on the kitchen island and sat down. It hurts so much.
Then I dialed my dad's number.
While the phone was ringing, it fully processed through my mind what just happened.
I'm gonna have a baby. At any time.
My dads not answering.
I re-dial.
"Answer answer please please."
Breath in and out. I told myself.
Still no answer.
I dialed my moms.
I started to cry. It was taking too long.
Finally, a answer.
Mom: Bex! What?! I'm at work!! Do you not know that I'm at wo-
"Mom. My water broke." I said crying.
Mom: What?!
"My water broke! Mom! What do I do!!! I can't get up!!! Please!! Help!!"
Mom: Why are you on the ground?!
"It hurts so bad!! I had to sit!! Please!! Just help me!"
Mom: ugh! Rebecca. Why. Just why. Why today?! I'll be home soon. Just, ugh I don't know. Stay put.
Before I could say anything else, she hung up.
Everything in front of me was a blur.
Everything didn't feel real.
I sat in my spot staring out to the door waiting for my mom to open it.
It feels like it's been forever since I called my mom, but when I looked at the phone, it's only been two minutes.
"Come on." I say in a shaky voice. "Please. Please. Hurry."
I knew my mom's work wasn't too far from here and I knew she could leave right away.
She was about 7 minutes away, but to me, that's like forever.
I just wanna get to the hospital.
I looked at the phone again to see the time and it's only been not even a minute since I last checked.
Then all the sudden I see the door handle move.
Is she home already?
Maybe the phone time is slow.
Dad: "Hello! I'm home!"
It's my dad!
I forgot, it's his lunch break and he has two hours. He usually comes home for lunch. Thank god.
"Dad!" I say still in a shaky voice.
He could tell by my voice that something was wrong.
Dad: Bex? Where are you?
"Over here!"
He then looked at me.
Dad: Bex!!! What happened?! Oh my god. Are you okay?!
"My water broke." I said to him as he was running towards me.
Dad: oh wow. It did. Did you try to call me?
"Yes."
Dad: I'm so sorry! My phone was off. Here, grab my arm. we need to get you to the hospital.
He helped me stand up.
Dad: when did this happen? Have you felt any contractions? If so, how many?
"I think about 8 minutes ago. And I think I felt two. I called mom. She's on her way." I added
Dad: okay. Good. Let's just for right now get you to the car. Okay?
"But what about the mess?!" I asked.
Dad: What mess?
"My mess!" I said looking down to where I was sitting.
Dad: Now you worry about your own messes? It's fine Bex. Don't worry. We just need to get you to the hospital.
"But mom will be mad!! And what if it ruins the floor?!"
Dad: Oh my gosh. Look.
He walks over to the paper towel. Rips a bunch off and throws it on the floor.
Dad: Better? It's at least a little clean.
I didn't say anything.
He cane over to me and and walked me to the door. On our way he grabbed a towel from the table where my mom did her laundry.
He walked me out to the car, and as he opened the back door, my mom pulled up and got out.
Mom: Ham! Your home?!
Dad: I'm on lunch break.
Mom: what if you get in trouble? Did you call?
Dad: No Celia. But I will.
"What if you get in trouble though? It will be my fault.
Dad: Bex, I won't. Right now I'm more worried about you than work. I promise it will be okay. Here. Sit in the middle on the towel.
He helped me get in the car.
My mom got in the front and right after, my dad hopped in and started the car and backed out.
Mom: Have you felt any contractions Bex?
"I don't know. I think two."
Mom: How is she in labor?! She's not due till like three weeks!
Dad: Maybe the baby is sick of your nagging and thinks she can get away from it if she comes out.
That made me laugh a little. My mom rolled her eyes and ignored him.
Mom: Do you have your hospital bag?
Crap. I forgot about that.
"No..."
Mom: Is it even packed?!
"No."
Mom: Rebecca!!! I told you a week ago to pack it!! Ugh!!
Dad: Celia. Chill. Please.
I ignored her. I was to focused on my baby.
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We finally arrived to the hospital.
I got checked in.
My doctor checked me to see how dilated I was. I think that means how far away I am from giving birth.
He said I was at 5.
8 is when the consider getting prepared and 9 is when I'm ready.
He said the two contractions I had were most likely one big one. It just seemed like two to me.
I was now in a hospital bed. I'm glad to be in bed but I was also starving but apparently I'm not aloud to eat.
I look at my hospital bracelet that read
"Mack Rebecca"
That's all I could really focus on.
None of us talked.
I was too tired and out of it.
That night nothing much happened.
I had a more contractions which are the worse thing in the world. I don't know how women do this. And I ended up feeling sick because I couldn't eat, so they gave me shaved ice to have and that seemed to help.
That night was really hard to sleep. I couldn't at all. My mom was not in a good mood and I got stuck with her for a few hours while my dad went home to grab my hospital bag and pack it and a few more things.
But when he came back, the pain got worse. I couldn't sleep at all. I was very uncomfortable.
I stayed up all night.
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It was almost 11:00am.
I'm now 7 meters dilated. I think that's how you say it.
I'm getting closer.
Then soon enough, I feel the worse contraction ever. The nurse runs in and tells me I'm ready.
She goes out and grabs my doctor and brings in the nurse.
Mom: How?! Didn't you say she wouldn't be ready until tomorrow?!
My mom was freaking out which was not helping.
"Mom!" I said grunting. I was in a lot of pain.
Mom: See Bex?! See! This is what it feels like!! Ugh!! We weren't even ready!! You weren't ready!! You should've packed your bag!
"Mommm-ah!"
Dad: Celia.... not the time.
Between my moms complaining, and the doctor who was trying to talk to me was overwhelming.
The nurse came over and asked if I was ready.
I shook my head yes. But I wasn't.
She was telling me what to do, I could barely hear over my mom complaining.
"I can't!!! Stop!!! No!!! I'm not ready!!! I can't do this!!!" I yell.
The room went silent.
Mom: Rebecca, What do you mean?
Dad: Celia! Please!! Just stop talking! Or I'll take you out of the room!
Nurse: What's the matter sweetie? Are you okay?
The nurse re-asked much nicer.
"I'm not ready! I can't do this!! I can't give birth to her! I just can't!"
Dad: What do you mean?
"What if something goes wrong?! What if I'm the worst mom in the world?! What if she hates me! What if I do something wrong!"
Dad: Bex! Don't say that! Your gonna do fine! I'm standing here right next to you(he was the whole time Incase you were wondering) plus, you yourself are such a fun person! I mean look, if you were horrible with kids, you wouldn't have had a job as a babysitter. This will be new, but trust me. There's no such thing as a perfect parent.
"But what if there is? And I'm the first!"
Dad: Listen. You won't. If you think kids come with instructions, they don't. You figure out how to do things along the way.
That seemed to calm me down.
"Are you sure?"
Dad: Yes Bex. I'm sure. I'm positive. Plus we are here to help. Right Celia?
He looked over at my mom, so did I.
She did nothing.
Dad: Celia, right?
Mom: Yes. Bex, look. Your dad is right. Kids don't come with instructions. And yes parents aren't perfect. Okay?
Though that wasn't as much of a nice pep talk, I took it. And calmed down. Everyone told me what to do. I felt better. Now I just want to meet this baby.
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September 23rd
11:10am.
Baby Mack was born.
7 pounds, 6 ounces.
18 1/2 inches long.
A very healthy Baby girl.
The moment I first held her and saw her was the best moment of my life.
Her little hands, her feet, her hair. She has lots of it. Just like her dad.
Her hands as well and her eyes.
Her hair was dark black like mine, same with the skin and nose. She was perfect.
Every bad feeling went away. This was a new life. A chance to start over.
The nurse said I still have time to name her since I didn't have a name for her yet, but at this point I wasn't really worried. I just wanted to hold her.
The nurse showed me what to do for skin-to-skin time which was the best, really felt like we were already bounding. Bowie would've loved this. Then they showed me how to feed her which she was great at.
After that, they left us alone.
My dad got a chance to hold her and loved it. He didn't want to let her go. And my mom, she was happy.
She both shocked us.
When she first held the baby, she looked upset, but then happy. She smiled at the baby then at me. She held on to her for a while till I wanted her back, which was a lot of arguing and crying... crying from me, not the baby. These hormones aren't gone yet.
Later on that night, after I got to take a little nap, my dad asked if I had a name.
"I have a few, I just don't know though. If Bowie comes back I want him to like it."
Dad: No pressure kid, take your time.
I looked around the room. Then I saw something. A pack of 'Andes mints'
Me and Bowie loved those.
Wait.
I remember!! Woah. Why didn't I think of that?!
One day when we were eating the candy, Bowie said he really likes the name 'Andy' for a boy or even 'Andi' for a girl. I loved Andi. Spelled with and 'i' and it really fits us.
"Dad. I think I have a name!" As I said that, the nurse walked in.
Nurse: Wow! Perfect timing!! Was just about to ask how names are going!! What's the name?
Dad: Yeah! What's the name!
"Andi, A-N-D-I. Andi Mack." I looked at her and smiled. It really did fit her. She looked like an Andi.
"Oh wow. I really like that name!"
That wasn't from my dad, or from the nurse, yes. It was my mom.
I looked up to her and smiled and said "Really? Thank you." And looked back at Andi while the nurse got her name down.
Andi Mack.
Welcome Andi.
Welcome to a crazy, normal family life.