This baby was going to come any day now, in fact, it was exactly 2 weeks after my due date tomorrow. Having a toddler was both a joy and a curse. My daughter was perfect in every way. But sometimes she really got on my nerves, and I was already tense. I didn’t need another reason besides my pregnancy to have to lay down and take a breather. I was feeling particularly irritable today, I’d been cramping up and I felt a headache coming on. I knew I’d have to have a bath soon to relax my overworked muscles.
“Just eat it, Addie!” I was at the edge of my rope. She continued to play with her cereal and I let my arms lay at my sides in defeat.
“Hey, Selena, I’ve got it.” Derek took my hand. “Go lay down or something.”
I didn’t have enough energy left in my body to say no. I trudged to the bathtub and watched it fill up with hot water. As I settled in the tub, feeling somewhat relaxed. It felt so good, when I felt the familiar pain of a contraction. Oh. I’m in labor…I got out and dried myself off quickly. Suddenly it was like everything was in full force. My contractions were barely a minute apart and I was gripping the sink to stop from falling down. The pain was unbearable, and I was gasping for breath. I somehow made my way to the nursery.
I laid back on the couch, feeling nauseous and sweaty.
“Plum!” I gasped through the next contraction. This baby wanted out before I could even get Derek.
I was holding my second daughter in my arms. We named her Lexie, after my mom. Her middle name had been Lexi.