Prologue #2
We settle into the room and the nurse comes in to introduce herself and make sure mine and the baby’s vitals are good.
I’m struggling to keep my eyes open as I watch Monty putter around the room, making sure my phone is plugged in and putting my clothes away in the closet they have in the room.
He turns around, takes one look at me and closes the distance.
His hand rests above my head, leaning forward he places a gentle kiss on my lips.
“Rest baby. I got my parents bringing Shiloh in a couple hours. You worked hard, I got you.”
“I love you, Monty.” I mumble, the heaviness of my lids winning the battle to stay awake. I hear a soft chuckle before everything fades away.
I jump awake as the cries of a newborn infiltrate my brain.
My boobs have begun to ache, and I feel the starting signs of a let down coming.
We’re on day two in the hospital, and overall things have been going well.
My nurses have been amazing, and my incision has been healing well with no complications.
I look around the room to try and see where my pump might be. I groan when a sharp pang hits my lower abdomen.
“Where's my pump?” I grumble into the room, grabbing the remote to lift my head up on the bed.
Now that I'm sitting up, my eyes catch on the backside of my husband as he sways back and forth shushing our newest family member.
I wish I could take more time to admire his ass but fuck my boobs feel like they're going to explode.
“Babe, do you know where my pump is?” My voice is raspy as I clear the sleep from my throat. In the next moment, Monty is by my side.
“Why don’t you try and feed him while I get it ready?
” Placing our newest addition into my arms, I take a moment to go over his features.
The top of his head dons dirty blonde peach fuzzy.
His little button nose begins to scrunch, head turning toward my chest as he begins to root around.
Readjusting him, I take my breast out and offer it to him.
Huffs and puffs release from his mouth before he latches on and begins to suckle.
I feel the intense cramping in my stomach as my body reacts to breastfeeding.
My uterus begins to contract, shrinking back to its normal size, with every pull he takes of my milk.
My brows furrow as I work through the pains.
Switching from one breast to the other to make sure I continue for as long as he will eat for.
After ten minutes I remove him from my breast and pat his back until that tell tale burp leaves the baby's lips. A quick diaper change, and he’s wrapped back up in a swaddle.
Monty trades me for the breast pump, trying to see if I can get a little more so that he can have some bonding time with feeding too.
Since my incision has been healing great, the doctor gives me the okay to shower.
Making my way to the attached bathroom, I slowly undress making sure not to overdo myself as the water heats up.
A moan leaves my lips when the water hits my skin.
The heat washes over my body and a shiver rolls through me.
Losing myself in the stream of heat, I don’t know how much time has passed before there is a knock on the door.
“Babe, are you okay in there? Do you need anything?” a smile forms on my face at my husband checking in on me.
“I’m just enjoying the shower.” Tilting my head backward, I wet my hair, “I’ll wash up and then I’ll be right out.”
“Take your time babe, I just wanted to make sure you didn’t need me.” A soft click of the door hits my ears as I begin to lather my hair with soap.
Once finished with that task, I move on to washing myself. Grabbing the hospital bar of soap, I begrudgingly wash my body. I hate bar soap because it always dries up my skin, but I can’t be picky when I realize I forgot to pack body wash of all things in the hospital bag.
Quickly, I dry myself off and set up my new best friend for the time being–adult diapers. I know, I know, why diapers? Why not just use pads. Well, I do both. Regardless of having a c-section, I still bleed afterward, and I refuse to ruin any of my underwear.
Therefore, adult diapers.
They never said motherhood was glorious. Cracked nipples, lack of sleep, bleeding, constipation–you name it.
But I wouldn’t trade it for the world, because it gave me my two boys.
Shuffling out of the bathroom, I join Monty in the sitting area of our private room, so thankful that we were able to snag a private room here.
The maternity suite is like your typical copy paste hospital room.
You have the hospital bed in the center with the small cupboard storage off to one side of the bed.
The window is on one side, which offers bench seating underneath.
Monty wraps his arm around me and brings me to his side. Placing a kiss on the top of my head, I lean into him and just breathe. We sit there in silence just taking in each other's presence. I’m the one who breaks the silence.
“When are your parents coming with Shiloh?” I know it’s been a short time away, but I miss my first born something fierce. He’s a mama’s boy, and I’m honestly a little nervous for how he will react to the new baby.
“I called while you were in the shower, they said they can come around lunch time and bring food with them.” A smile breaks from my face as I lean forward and press my lips to his.
Twenty minutes later there’s a knock on the door before my mother-in-law pops her head in.
“I come bearing goodies!” She sings songs before swinging the door open wider.
In the next second, my other love comes barreling into the room.
“Momma!” Shiloh bellows as he jumps onto the bed, crawling up until his arms are wrapped around my neck. I wince as pain flashes across my lower abdomen.
“Careful Lo.” Monty reminds him. “Momma had the doctors work on her so she’s a little sore okay?”
“Oh sorry Momma.” Shiloh squeezes me tighter as he apologizes.
Tears instantly begin to slip down my cheek as I embrace my oldest. “Oh my little man,” I sniffle, “Momma has missed you so much.” Pulling him back I take in his features.
His hair is dark like mine, but has the natural curls of Monty.
His baby face is gone, those chubby cheeks now slimmed down resulting in him looking more like a child.
Light freckles scatter across his nose and cheeks, emphasizing the chocolate brown of his eyes.
“Why are you crying?” Shiloh asks as he cups my cheeks with both of his hands.
A soft smile plays on my lips, at my sweet caring five year old. “I’m okay baby, I’m just so happy to see you.” Leaning forward, I place my lips on his forehead. “Did you have a great time with nana?”
“It was so much fun Momma, Nana let me stay up late and have chocolate before supper!”
A gasp comes from behind him, earning a chuckle from Monty. Sloane is innocent and has never gone against the way we chose to raise Shiloh, but I’d be silly to believe that she doesn’t spoil him once in a while.
“Well of course,” I tell my oldest, “I’m glad you had a good time with your Nana.”
“The best time, Momma. When are you coming home though?”
My eyes instantly fill with tears. “Momma has a few more days here then I'll be home. The doctors have to make sure I'm all healed up.” Quickly swiping the loose tear that fell, I smile.
“Are you ready to meet your little brother?”
“Yeah!” Shiloh says enthusiastically.
“Okay,” looking over I see Monty getting the baby from the bassinet. “Come sit here beside me, Shiloh, I’ll show you how to hold him.”
Monty arrives and arranges the baby in Shiloh’s arms. Showing him how to support his head. Shiloh looks down at his brother. “Hi baby brother.”
My heart expands as I watch the interaction of my two boys. Shiloh watches his newborn brother with such awe. He chatters away, talking about all the toys he’s going to show him when he gets home.
“Momma, what’s baby brother's name?”
I was in such awe that I forgot to tell Shiloh his brother’s name. “This is Hayes,” I tell him.
Shiloh leans forward and places a kiss on his forehead, “Hi, Hayes.”