All Grown Up: The Story of Jacob and Renesmee Part I

Don't Rain on My Parade

Renesmee

Willow Laurel Uley was born at 11:26 a.m. on a beautiful Wednesday morning. She came in at a healthy eight pounds even. When Jacob sent my phone the picture of that little angel with peach fuzz for hair, I burst into tears. For a few reasons. I was so happy for Emily and Sam, but I was also upset I wouldn't be able to go see her. I was a tiny bit jealous that she'd had her baby, and I'd still have to wait for mine. I tried to remind myself I only had two more months to go, at the most, and I'd have my own two little angels in my arms.

Nobody had actually said out loud, "Nessie is not allowed to be home by herself," not to me anyway. But I never was. The day Willow was born my parents were my babysitters. I was spending 90% of my day on the couch now while one or two members of my family took care of Anthony and Swan. I was still a little teary when Jake called me.

"Isn't she adorable? Not much hair, but it works for her," he said with a laugh.

"Uh huh," I squeaked.

"Aw hun, what's the matter?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

I decided to narrow it down. "I just wish I could go see her."

"I know you do," he said gently. "Hopefully you'll get to meet her soon. Do you need me to come home?"

"No, no. I'll be okay," I insisted. 

Jake had already left work early twice because I'd been upset over something. I didn't want to be that kind of high maintenance, demanding wife, even though he was the one who'd suggested he come home both times. The silly thing is, I don't even remember what it was that I'd been so upset about! But I remember him lying in bed with me, how much better I felt with him home. He didn't even want to work right now, but my dad reminded him that we have to keep up the human facade. Jacob had not appreciated the advice but took it anyway.

I looked like I was 5 or 6 months pregnant now, I felt like I was about 11! I wasn't getting sick anymore or less then I had with A.J. or Swan, but I was ravenous. Constantly. Nothing in particular, just anything and everything. Once Jacob stood in front of the fridge a couple of hours after I'd gotten sick. He thought I should give it another hour to make sure I kept it down.

"Why don't we try some water first, and see how that goes?" he suggested. I let him know how unwise it was to stand in between a woman pregnant with twins, and the fridge. After I'd growled at him. He wouldn't be making that mistake again.

The biggest issue was my mood, sometimes I felt like I was losing my mind! I might not think this in the middle of a freak-out, but with a clear head, I had to admit Jacob was very understanding.

When he came home from work that day, I was on the couch reading The Very Hungry Caterpillar to Anthony and Swan, my parents were in the kitchen making our dinner. They were making the most fattening, wonderful thing; fettuccine alfredo. I couldn't wait. When Jacob found us in the living room, he looked relieved to see me smiling. The kids scrambled off my lap to hug their Daddy, and Jacob bent down to kiss me.

"I see you're feeling better, that's great," he said.

"Mommy isn't sick today," Anthony informed Jacob.

"I know, and I'm very glad," Jacob told him.

Anthony continued his report. "Mommy was sad, but I hugged her." Which was true, he had.

Jacob grinned, "That was very nice of you. Thanks for taking such good care of Mommy when I'm not here. My little man of the house two and a half days a week huh?"

Anthony dumped his Lego's out onto the floor, and Swan was playing with her two baby dolls. She had a boy and a girl. She played sort of rough with them, but she was little, and at least she liked them! I'd been so afraid she'd throw them against the wall or something, but when we gave them to her and told them they were hers, she liked them right away.