Chapter 5

My nine month mark, and the day that I knew would come soon, but not that soon came. I looked at Jesse when he walked in the door, and stood up. He knew it was time, so we walked slowly to the door. My water had broken three hours ago, and the contractions were closer, but I was really nervous about the birth. Wednesday was a good day for me, and it was the sixteenth which was my lucky number. Jesse loaded me into the car, and drove 90 to the hospital. I was getting closer, and closer to the birth but was still nervous that I was in labor a month early. We were very excited to be going to a hospital room. We arrived though, but as my vagina was revealed to half the hospital when we entered the ER, I flipped at the nurse.

“Madam please spread your legs.” The nurse pried them open.

“Fuck you!! Not every person in the hospital needs to see this!” 

“Okay, I guess we’ll wait until we get in the room.” 

“That’s more like it.” 

We entered the room that Jesse and I looked at about eight times, and they pried my legs open once again. I was still a little resilient to what was going on around me, but the contractions were really what they were trying to run from. I went to scream with the next contraction, but Jesse covered my mouth. I bit his hand and screamed louder then I was going to. I laughed in his face, and called him a douche bag. The nurse seemed to smile as I screamed at him about how much he sucked for getting me knocked up. He told me to calm down, so I grabbed his hand and squeezed. He almost screamed himself, but kept his composure. The doctor came in and looked for the dilation rate. I was almost there, and hopefully at the next contraction I would be pushing.

My labor slowed though and suddenly it would be a few more contractions before I could push. I just had to curl up in the bed and ignore the writhing pain that hit my body every once and a while making want to rip someone’s head off. The doctor didn’t even stay in the room most of the time because he was dealing with other women while trying to keep me happy. The hours slowly ticked by and finally 12 hours after my water broke the doctor walked in and sighed happily looking at my vagina. He reached in to check me and pulled out his hand while shaking his head yes. He called in the nurses and got everything to have a baby.

“Alright girl,” the doctor smiled at me, “push like there is no tomorrow.” 

“Motherfucker, cock sucker, son of a bitch, fuck me sideways!” I screamed as I pushed.

“Ma’am the people next door would like to clean up your language or quiet down.” Another nurse came in.

“Tell them to fuck off, because I am giving birth! Why are they complaining?” 

“They have a little kids who are trying to talk to their new little brother. You are upsetting the little brother with your screaming.” 

“What am I supposed to do?!”  

“I’ll ask them if they mind just waiting a little while. Don’t ask what the big deal is either. They were just doing the same thing yesterday.” She left with a sigh.

“Motherfucker!”  

“Just keep pushing girl. One or two left and you’ll have a beautiful baby in your life.”  The doctor looked down.

“They are being moved because they do not…” I drowned out her voice with a piercing scream.

With that scream came the worst pain ever, and I wasn’t taking it too well. I screamed for what seemed like forever, and then slammed back onto the bed. It was really hurting me and I think that many of the nurses were concerned something was wrong with me as I cried and literally squirmed in pain. Another contraction came a few minutes later, and I pushed and screamed even louder. The pain was unbearable as the last contraction came. It was like someone was taking my vagina and stretching it to the point where I was just going to rip in half. I let out a piercing scream that everyone just backed off, Jesse screamed in pain as I squeezed his hand, and I couldn’t hear the baby’s first cries. When I did hear those cries though, I knew every second of that unbearable pain was worth it. They took it away to make sure it was okay, and Jesse was pushing my hair out of my face and congratulating me. I never thought I would make it this far, but there I was. They put the baby in my arms, and it cooed up at me. 

“It’s a girl.” The doctor smiled.

“Well, what shall we name her.” Jesse looked down at me.

“I think that the name Blossom is nice, but we need to agree.” I laughed wiping tears away.

“I think that we should give her the prettiest name in the world, to make up for the ugly birth you just gave her.” 

“Well thanks for saying thank you. I just went through the worst pain known to man and that’s all you can say is that. Last time I say something nice to you.” 

“Oh come on. You have to admit that birth was a little scary.” 

“I’m not saying a fucking word because that pain was the worst fucking pain ever.” 

“Alright baby girl, calm down.” 

“Back to names now that we’re done making of fun of me. How about Samantha?” 

“I like that, but what about a middle name?” 

“Eve. Samantha Eve Rees. I really think it’s a fit.” 

“I think that it’s a perfect name.” 

We sat there and stared at the newborn for a little before it was time for them to take her, and make sure everything was okay and give her a nice bath. I sighed as she was carried away, and took Jesse’s hand. I rolled over though and fell asleep holding on tight to that hand. When I awoke in the middle of the night I was scared and didn’t know why. I looked over and saw Jesse sprawled on the couch, and Sam sleeping in her little crib. I sat up, looked around, and sighed. Three days left here, and I had to deal with my neighbors the entire time. I put my feet on the floor and wandered off, so now I was completely alone. I walked through the halls, to the main entrance and walked out.

“Well, it is time to get out of here.” Jesse helped me into the car Saturday morning.

“Ok, let’s get going. I have a family to raise now.” I got in the car.

“After your little sneak out the other night I might just sell you. You were gone to the gas station for hours. I can’t believe you would even do that.” 

“I don’t know what was with me, but I just wandered off. Well it’s over now so we can get on with life, and have more babies.” 

“Okay. I can do that.” 

We drove to the house Sammi bouncing around in the back, and our hands laced together. I laughed quietly as we drove past that little house with the huge family. I wanted to be like that, but I was so scared to raise all those kids. In fact I sometimes wondered if one was too many. When we got to the house we immediately settled in, so that Sammi could get used to our environment. We didn’t even take the chance of letting a little word slip that wouldn’t be on a regular basis. The one problem we had is our main words fuck, shit, motherfucker, suck it, son of a bitch, and even more swears. We were going to have swearing three year old if we didn’t knock it off.