We’re Going To See Daddy
It was finally visiting day at TJ 's rehab center. I told Tra we were going to see his daddy. I knew …show more content…
I told him he couldn 't live with me, and his mom didn’t want him living with her anymore either. It was too stressful having him around; having to deal with his alcohol and drug addictions, and deal with these ignorant females he was messing with who had nothing better to do with their time but look my info up in the phonebook, and call me. It was like a breath of fresh air when he left. I took this time that TJ was gone to emotionally and psychologically prepare as much as I possibly could for the day of my birth.
On November 3rd, I went to my doctor’s appointment. I was a week over due, so the doctor was talking about inducing labor. I asked her if there was any way around doing this. She said let’s do an ultrasound and check your amniotic fluid first. I was a little hesitant, but I agreed to this. She asked do you want to find out what you’re having if we can tell? I said sure might as well. When she performed the ultrasound, she said I didn’t have much amniotic fluid surrounding the baby. Because of this, she said it was best to induce me. Afterwards, she attempted to see if she could find out the sex of the baby. The doctor said it was hard to see because the baby was hiding its genital area. She then said “I’m going to try to get the baby to move and see if we can find out”, and as soon as she said that, her ultrasound machine froze up …show more content…
Holmes, we 're going to induce you tomorrow, you can check into the birthing center tonight. Sorry we couldn’t find out what you are having." My doctor said. Ok, I replied. I remember being really nervous about having to be induced. I had heard horrifying stories about the contractions being more intense and unbearable, and I didn’t want to experience this. I went home and notified my mom and packed my bags. In the birthing center, they had special rooms that allowed for siblings to be a part of the birthing experience, so I packed a bag for Tra too. When my mom arrived to my apartment, we went to the birthing center.
While waiting to be admitted to the birthing center in the waiting room, there was an older brother with I assume his children in there too. After a while, the brother sparked a conversation with me. Nothing long winded....just your basic how are you doing how old is your son. I was thankful for the conversation. It helped take my mind off of my worries. Finally the nurse called for me. They had a room ready for me. Just as I was called for my birthing room, I remember the brother asking me what I wanted to have. I said a baby girl. He responded, you’ll have a girl and after he said that I smiled and