Truth is... “Ms. Patterson we are going to induce your labor”….Words that were music to my ears! (Tootsie Roll, just make that tootsie roll.… to the left.. to the left…NOW DIP BABY!) This tenant was having unauthorized parties in my womb so he was about to be served with an “eviction” notice! During this moment I was filled with so many rollercoaster emotions; the excitement of my son’s arrival had me on a high that I’d never experienced, but the grief of my uncle’s funeral the next day pulled me right back down. The reality of being induced and finally having my son in my arms was met with the reality of not being able to attend the service – and that hurt my heart.
Friday, July 17, 2009 the journey began. Because there were so many arrangements to be made for the funeral, my mother and granny dropped me off at the hospital. By now, I bet you are wondering about the whereabouts of “HE”. As the evening arrived so did “He”, but I was feeling as though he could have stayed where he was because I was irritated by his presence.
He was in and out of the room like a revolving door, and when he was in the room, he wasn’t helping me get comfortable or prepare for the moment, NOPE; he was too busy on the phone with whom I assumed to be his “girlfriend”. Thank God for big brothers because he stayed and comforted me by holding my hand, listening to me scream, scratch, and do whatever else I could to try to prepare for the life changing moment to come. Sunday morning came AND still no baby! The doctor came in and said “Ms. Patterson your cervix will not open and this little guy is trying to come out, so we have to do an emergency cesarean section”. And here comes the 100 questions…. Why me God? Why do I have to have a major surgery? Why is this man not being supportive? What have I done to deserve this? The questions kept coming but I had to get my little boy out.
So who did I ask to come with me to the delivery room? My MOM, of course!! Guys I did not want “him” anywhere near me, so I never even THOUGHT about asking him to go in the delivery room with me. I felt like for all the pain he’d put me through… he does not deserve to share in this precious moment of “my” son being born. Like the trooper she has always been my mom placed on the gear and supported me once again, but she wouldn’t be mom if she didn’t try to ‘help’ me make the right decision. “Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord”… as my mom quoted I realized this was bigger than “me” and let him in (ugggh!). The only thing I remember is them saying “It's a Boy!” and I was out for the count! Landon Kristopher- July 19th - 1:13 am. DRAMA is over! I think NOT!!!...Just wait!
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