* 5 months later *
My pregnancy is starting to show and I hate it. I'm always crying and craving food I can't afford, but I knew this would all be over soon.
I went through all my money savings it counted,"234.56" this wasn't enough for an apartment I thought to myself counting that money only made me even more mad.
I thought to my self," I can't keep these kids I can barely afford to feed myself, then having 2 kids?" I couldn't wrap my head around this. I couldn't answer my questions like I did before.
Now everything needed prayer that I wasn't used to. That's when it hit me, my stomach went into a devastating crash. There was so much pain I couldn't help it.
I yelled for help for hours but, no one. That's when an old elderly woman passed by noticing my screams. She ripped through the police tape and asked me what was wrong. Her clothes were Elegant and smelled of fancy perfume, as I focused on her body as she helped me up that's when I noticed who she was.
She was the woman that I spat on months ago, her hair was so long and shiny everything about her wasn't the woman I spat on months ago.
She rushed me to her car and put me in the passenger seat and immediately started to drive.
As the quietness began to get awkward she finally said." I know who you are and I'm pretty sure you know me." I nodded slowly, then she replied again," I bet you've never thought that you'd ever see me like this right?"
Again I nodded. That's when I felt a warm liquid drip down my leg I touched it but It wasn't blood.
" My water just broke" I yelled out.
I couldn't believe it I couldn't be do for at least another 2 months but I didn't argue with my OWN body.
As we pulled up to the hospital the woman helped me in and told the attendants that I needed to be rushed to the Emergency Room.
They put me on a cot and rushed me into a room they told me that rather I wanted it or not those babies were coming. They opened my legs and clamped them open.
They told me to push, but I couldn't force myself to, reality just hit me with all of its force, I Carly Mastisson was about to give birth to Tyler's children who I couldn't afford.
I stopped pushing and told the doctor that I didn't want these babies, he looked at me with disbelief and said," Lady are you mad? You're are having these twins."
I nodded and again started to push.
They told me that I was having heavy contractions and that this birth was going to be a long birth. He told me to give one big push that's exactly what I did, he told me that as of right now I am 4 centimeters dilated.
After the doctor was examining my pushing he told me to stop, I was confused he told me that if I pushed the umbilical cord would wrap around one of the twins necks and one would die and I couldn't let that happen. He told me that it would take about 6-12 hours to give birth since this was my first time giving birth.
I didn't know when I was going to see my kids but the minute he told me that I felt a tingle in my stomach and then I just automatically pushed that's when a head pushed out of my cervix.
I was shocked but the doctor immediately rushed to me and pulled the baby out. When I heard the baby crying I started to black out my mind just wasn't in the right place I was just so overwhelmed in that matter of time and I couldn't control my body. Within the minutes of the first baby being pulled out of me, I blacked out.
That morning I awoke to Elijah & Hailey.
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A Living Fancy
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