9
"Girl, if you don't hold still so I can finish your makeup, your ass is gon' end up looking like a clown," Lyric said to me.
"Bitch, you try holding still while a baby is attempting to crawl its way out of my vagina," I said.
"The epidural should kick in soon," she said sounding sympathetic.
"It did kick in, but it didn't take the pain completely away, nor the intense pressure that I feel. It literally feels like my baby is in my ass, or rather she lost as fuck and trying to find the correct door to slide out of," I said trying to laugh through the pain.
"As a nurse I'm sympathetic to your condition, as your sister who you put to work doing your hair and makeup, nobody told you to go with a full glam beat instead of something soft and simple. So hold still because I refuse to have people saying how cute you and my niece are.
However while also commenting on the fact that whomever did your makeup needs their ass beat because they messed you up," Lyric said.
She was currently beating my face to perfection and would curl my hair for me as well.
I had put her on makeup and hair duty because I be damn if they take pictures of me holding my baby doing the ugly cry looking like the lady off Holiday Heart and shit.
Naw, I wanted my after delivery pictures to look good as fuck.
You only give birth to your first child once so of course I was going all out.
Now my next baby I might not give a fuck if I looked like Fiona from Shrek or Rasputia.
After Dr. Patel had checked me out again last week, she'd decided I could go another week and would be induced today at 34 weeks. I'd officially made it much longer than they had predicted and my baby had a better chance of being ok which I was ecstatic about.
My baby already super smart and super fucking nosey. Her little ass was listening when Dr. Patel said I was being induced today because exactly at midnight was when her bad ass had decided that she was ready for her walking papers.
Thankfully I had been practicing my breathing so I was better prepared this go around than last time.
I didn't freak out that much, although I felt exactly how them folks did on the Alien Vs Predator movie.
Except instead of an alien bursting out of my chest, the shit was trying to come through my uterus.
Good thing Lyric has been at the house with me because Khaizon had a last minute business trip to go on.
He's still beating himself up that he wasn't there last night with me but I reassured him several times that it was ok.
Me and Lyric handled things much better and Dr. Patel met us at the doors and escorted us up to our private wing of the hospital.
This clearly had to be how the other side lived because this looked nothing like the private room at the last hospital I was at.
This felt like a luxury five star hotel suite. There was a living room, separate birth room, and fancy ass bathroom with heated floors and a huge garden tub. The bathroom was also stocked with everything I would need for my stay from feminine products, to bath products and even a plush robe.
After Lyric finally finished my makeup, she started the process of taming my head full of thick ass hair.
It usually took me a few hours to get this mane under control.
But, luckily for us I wasn't due to be induced for another couple hours.
Since I had come in early due to pain, they simply admitted me. But my induction time hadn't changed.
Grabbing my phone, I pulled my camera up and snapped a few photos of my face, and of Lyric curling my hair.
"Wait I wasn't ready," Lyric said as I laughed and took a few more pictures of us capturing this moment. Then, I logged into Facebook to post the photos with the caption When you getting dolled up to meet your princess. Hashtag labor ready.
Now that I wasn't in hiding anymore, I had no reason to avoid social media anymore.
Even though I wasn't super big on posting, before, now that I was in a better place mentally and emotionally, I found myself posting more pictures of myself and my baby bump.
Going through my notifications, I replied to comments from family and friends on all the pictures I had posted over the last few days.
While doing this, I came across a few comments from Cam.
You looking good as fuck Ma. Delete
I'm saying though when is my child due? I ain't heard shit DELETE.
Don't fucking play with me Journi. DELETE
I'm coming for my child so tell that bitch ass nigga to have it on his mind. DELETE
Call me girl and quit fucking playing 404-715-2950. DELETE.
Going back through every recent photo that I've uploaded, I had to skim through all the comments and delete the ones from Cam's ass.
I had forgotten that a few years back, he had supposedly lost the password to his main page.
And, therefore had created another one which I had blocked the second I decided to start using social media again.
However, it seems to have magically popped back up though since that's the account he was commenting from.
Meaning his lying ass never lost shit, he just blocked me off that page so he could cheat in peace.
The signs had always been there, my dumb ass just couldn't read very well that's all.
But, as long as I had breath in my body, that demon would never breathe the same air as my baby.
I did however want her to know her big brother, Ashton.
When I first learned of Denim's betrayal, I had asked myself if I could ever look at or even love my Godson the same anymore.
I didn't have an answer back then, but now I do and the answer is simple, yes.
I missed his bad ass, and I loved him still in spite of anything his mother did.
Just like I wanted grace when my momma fucked a married man and had me, Ashton deserves the same.
Children are innocent and have no place in adult business.
Besides, I was with Denim throughout her entire pregnancy, and was even in the room when she had him.
I took my role as godmother very seriously, and I wouldn't turn my back on him because he was unfortunate enough to be the product of a hoe and fuck nigga.