My time

By the time he got out of jail I had another apartment ready to move into across town. Again, it was only in my name, hard to have credit when you have everything handed to you. Once I hit about seven months I started having contractions. Came to a point they were consistent and I had to get checked out. So I took myself to the hospital and called the family to let them know. Tyler showed up after my parents, that were on their way out of town. Of course, my mother had to make a comment to Tyler about not being around for me. Yes, it was true but there is a time and place, this was not it. 

By now, Tyler is more comfortable speaking his mind as well, so him and my mom start yelling at each other. Nurse came in and told them both to shut up and leave if they couldn’t get along. She then looked at me and said “and you wonder why you’re in premature labor”. Both my mom and Tyler stopped and just looked at me confused. I hadn’t told them I felt the contractions few days ago but they stopped. The hospital eventually got the contractions to stop but I was placed on strict bed rest. 

Tyler worked when he decided and would disappear for days. One time I had an appointment I had to drive myself, didn’t know where Tyler was. At my appointment I sat there watching other women with their partners supporting and helping them. I sat in that waiting room and couldn’t control my emotions. I start hysterically crying and a staff member came out and took me in a back room, apparently I was scaring the other moms. 

My doctor came in and the nurse told her I was there alone and that I was just emotional, not in any pain. My doctor whispered something to the nurse and walked out. I figured they were going to call and have me admitted to the psych ward. Instead the nurse came with a wheelchair and told me to get in and try to control myself. She wheeled me out to the parking garage and handed me a cigarette. I looked at that like it was poison and would to kill my baby. I was a smoker previously but I quit as soon as I found out I was pregnant. The nurse told me the doctor told her to take me out there, that one puff will not do anything to my child. I did, I took one puff and it calmed me down, that’s all I needed. 

Once we got back into the office for my appointment, the doctor came in and said that my stress was more dangerous than a puff of a cigarette. I opened up to her about my situation with Tyler, how he was supposed to be there, especially today. Today was the day we found out if it a boy or girl. The little shit has had us in suspense since the other ultrasounds he wouldn’t turn over. I knew in my heart I was going to find out it was a boy, I had dreams of a boy for weeks. I hated that I was going to find out with no one there to celebrate with me.