Staying up late talking to my family was not exactly the best idea… I passed out before I could get to my bed. I was always exhausted, and never seemed to get enough sleep, so talking for hours was the final straw. Of course when I woke up, I was very uncomfortable. My back was actually hurting me.
I almost thought I missed Addie’s birthday. I didn’t, though, and I quickly baked her a cake, almost falling over. I really needed to rest, but I couldn’t miss my daughter’s birthday! She grew up into a beautiful young girl.
I was now 41 weeks, and I could hardly wait to get this baby out of me. I was going to hold a baby in my arms again. I was going to give birth again. Damn. I sighed, trying to get more comfortable. These days it seemed like there was always something bugging me. Particularly, my bladder. I could hardly sit down for a few minutes without having to rush off just so I wouldn’t pee my pants.
I brought my dinner, yogurt, over to my room, so I could sit on my bed. It was silent, a welcome change. I felt insanely uncomfortable, it was like everything decided to cramp up on me. I gasped, laying my clenched hand on my huge belly. I felt like I could hear my heartbeat pounding.
I was in labor for the third time. This time, though, I’d be doing it alone. I counted quietly to myself the time between contractions…and I realized this baby was not coming anytime soon. I pulled back the covers, and decided to sleep for as long as I could.
I woke up in excruciating pain. I wasn’t even able to count.
“Kiara!” I screamed. Watcher, why the plum wasn’t she answering? “Kiara! Get down here!” Plum. I felt sweat running down my face. I clamped my hands on my belly, trying to get through the next contraction. I collapsed on the nursery sofa, hoping this would be over soon. Where the plum was Kiara?! I gasped, trying not to scream. If Addie and Lexie woke up, this would be a nightmare.
I was able to push 12 hours later, at 3:19 am.
I couldn’t stop myself from screaming this time, as I pushed through the pain. I suddenly felt a gush of liquid come out, which I realized was pee. I was peeing myself. Plum. My baby son or daughter, that’s why I was doing this. All I could do was remember that. I stood up in my wet clothes, ready for this to be over. Watcher, please, let everything be ok.
I just felt like… Derek, he should be here. The whole time I felt him there. Especially when I held my baby boy in my arms.
When I finally got Mason-my son, to sleep, I practically… well, I did-pass out. For those 20 minutes, I felt no pain. I felt nothing. When I woke up, everything hit me at once. The pain of giving birth…I felt like I’d been split open.
Then, to make matters worse, I went upstairs to check on Addie and Lexie, and I found Kiara, passed out, dressed up, and literally glowing. Watcher, I thought she wanted to grow up. That doesn’t mean going out till 4 in the morning, and coming home to pass out, probably drunk!
“Kiara.” I whispered. “Kiara Elle Clemonte, get up.” I couldn’t help but admire her shoes. There was no way I could walk in those anymore. Damn it, I don’t have time for this. I need to get some sleep. It wasn’t me who went out. “I’m leaving you there.” I walked back down. I couldn’t believe Kiara. She was a young adult now!