Tafari wrapped his arms around me from behind. His kisses always made me warm and so did his hardened dick poking my ass. “I know a way ta make it even betta.”
I turned around in his arms. “Oh, I’m always down to let you make things better. I can figure out a couple of ways to make you feel better . . .”
My words stopped and my forehead creased. Tafari chuckled before he pecked my lips. “You good, baby?”
“Um, either I just peed myself, or my water just broke.” I stepped back and looked down.
Tafari leaned down and lifted my dress. “Oh shit! You in pain? Let me go get our mamas!”
His ass ran out of the room. “Wait! I think I’m . . .”
I couldn’t say anything else. That first contraction hit me. Oh, I guess I’m not alright.
Babymoon. . .
It was too early, but Dr. Frog told me not to worry. At thirty-five weeks, I was in late pre-term labor. This was what we worried about.
“Our daughta said she ga make a grand appearance on our wedding day. She said fuck a honeymoon. E about ta be a babymoon.” Tafari’s jokes kept me in high spirits.
I chuckled from where I lay in the bed. We got to the birthing center five hours ago, and I had only dilated six centimeters. Itwasn’t as if they could stop the labor since my water broke. So, all there was to do was wait.
“Yes, my granddaughter is destined to be a drama queen. I love it,” my mama said. She sat on the couch that was along the wall with her knitting needle and hat that she had worked on for the past five hours.
According to the birthing plan that my husband and I agreed to, our mothers were the only ones that would be in the room while I delivered our daughter. I thought Nicole and Lacie would be upset about it, but they were actually the ones who suggested it.
I smiled, but it was cut short by a pain from the devil. “Well, she can be dramatic all she wants. I want her to be dramatic outside of my body. This shit hurts!”
Tafari stood from the seat next to my bed. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “I know, baby. I know.”
“Mrs. Seasons, how are we doing in here?” Dr. Frog asked after she walked into the room. When she got the call that we were here, she came right over.
Normally, births here are handled by the midwives, doulas, and nurses. The doctors were called in to deliver the baby when there was an emergency or if there was a high risk pregnancy that they wanted to monitor. For right now, I fell in the latter. Her first question when she got here earlier was whether I wanted to be transferred to the hospital. That pain was serious, so she wanted me to have access to pain meds in case I wanted them. I declined. I wanted to do this the natural way until they told me that I couldn’t.
“I’m doing pain, or better yet, pain is doing me,” I responded. “Is it almost time to check to see how open I am?”
Mama Shayla laughed. “Lawd! She ready ta get da baby outta ha. I pray she der.”
We all tittered at her because we knew she was right. Dr. Frog let me know that she wanted to check to see where I was. My contractions were on one hundred. Tafari worried that I wouldn’t be able to take it. I told him if I could take the level of pain that I felt from my menstrual cramps, then labor pains would be nothing. I told half the truth.
The nurse came in to help Dr. Frog. Just as she sat to get ready to check me, a contraction ripped through me. It was the worst one yet. “Oh my God! I want to push.”
“Let me check you, Pril. It might be time but let me check first.” Dr. Frog’s voice was soft. She did what she needed to do as I watched her intently. Less than what felt like a minute later, she glanced up at me with a smile. “It’s time to push, Pril.”
“Hell yeah!” Tafari kissed my lips after his outburst. “We’re about to meet our baby girl, Pril!”
A tear fell from my eye as everyone got in place in anticipation of our baby girl’s arrival. Dr. Frog already told me that there was a limited amount of time that she would allow me to push before the decision was made to move to a C-section. At this point, I was happy that I was getting the opportunity to try natural birth. If in the middle of the process we had to change the plan, then that would be alright.God, protect me and my baby.
It all happened faster than I ever thought it would. Tafari held my hand as I pushed while our mothers each held a leg back. For my baby girl to still be underweight at four pounds, ten ounces she was a muthafucker to push out.
“Oh, she got a head fulla hair! Look at dat lil head.” Mama Shayla had tears falling down her cheeks.
Tafari continued to kiss all over my face as he held my hand. “Come on, baby. She’s almost here. Just a couple mo pushes.”
Dr. Frog told me she needed one more big push.Good because that’s about all I have left in me.I took a deep breath then pushed with everything I had.
“She’s out! She’s out, Pril!” Dr. Frog said with excitement. She stood then placed the baby on my chest.
None of us were any good. Tears were all around. “Oh my God. Look at my daughta. She’s so beautiful.” Tafari cooed over our daughter. “Pril, you did it, baby, you did it.”
