Third trimester struggles were a different ball game altogether. The backaches, heaviness, going to pee every five minutes! I was over this phase already. I just wanted to have my son and catch a break. I knew being a new mom was a lot as well but I just wanted this child to come out of me already. I was getting heavier by the day, I could not make dresses any longer, I felt too lazy to get anything done, I could not even sleep well, let's not forget how difficult it is to even get a good sleeping position. No one told me it was like this. But then when I sat to properly reflect on it, it was a cute struggle all the same. I could not complain because this was what I wanted all those years ago.I let out a shaky breath as a sudden cold ran up my spine at the reminder of those terrible days. How the procedures went, the pain, the hurt and recurring dashes of hope. It was better to avoid the thought of it, it was in the past."No negative thoughts Aurora," I chanted to myself as I went
We were still in the hospital. The doctors had to ensure that everything was alright before giving us the clear to go home. My baby was asleep for the most part of the day but at night, it was a different ball game. I could not count the number of times I had to feed him. Every time I just had to because that was the only way to shush him.When we got discharged a couple of days of later. River and I understood that things just got real. Having a baby in the house was a whole different ball game. There were times I would sleep off and forget that I had a baby and his startling cries would have me wondering whose child it was that was tearing down the walls of the house, only to remember that it was my offspring.I loved the scent of him. The smell of a newborn and all their products had a calming fuzzy feeling that came with it. I loved everything about being a mother and somehow I wanted this phase to last as long as it could.Whenever I lifted him up and saw his newborn scrunch,
I woke up startled. Rubbing on my eyes furiously, I opened them and glanced at the time. It was a little past midnight.I just had the craziest dream...I was in a car and I just kept hearing the cry of a baby. There was no child in the vehicle when I looked but it would not stop ringing in my ears. So I stopped the car and looked everywhere for where the cry was coming from and could not find anything. I walked further into what seemed like a park and found a cradle. The sound seemed like it was coming from there and just as I was about to get to the cot, I woke up.I hardly ever dreamt about anything so something like this was strange. "What could this mean?" I asked myself in a haze of confusion before my eyes fell on Natalie who was asleep next to me. I immediately wondered if she was pregnant. But then I shook my head, it wasn't possible. I used protection every time I was with her no matter how many times we had to go at it. Sometimes she wanted it raw but I never agreed. I ma
"Did you see the blog post?" River almost jumped over someone to get to me, shoving her phone in my face."Yeah I did." I breathlessly answered her as I stopped the treadmill. It was three months postpartum and I was back to taking care of my body. It was a good thing I did not add too much weight when I was pregnant with Dante."You're not bothered by it?" She asked me.I rolled my eyes just before I brought the water bottle to my lips, "He's my ex-husband, River. I'm over it." I told her after taking a few gulps of water.She sulked, folding her toned arms over her chest, "You guys made such a beautiful baby, I lowkey want you two to be together." "I rebuke that want in the name of Jesus." I said half-joking."Don't be so dramatic." She laughed."He's in a happy relationship, let us be happy for him." I said. I actually was happy for him. I was just a little surprised at his choice. I never pictured him as someone who would go for a black girl because he had mostly been with Caucas
Dante was fussy. So fussy, I knew something had to be wrong with him.River and I had taken turns in trying to put him to sleep but nothing was working. His temperature was running high so we had to get him to the hospital.His loud cries echoed as we reached the hospital. A doctor attended to us as soon as we rushed in.It wasn't until things had stabilized and my son had stopped crying that I fully saw his face. "Doctor Jason?" I said in shock.He looked confused for a second before his face morphed into a look of realization. He was one of the doctors I used to see in hospital with when I was trying to have a baby back in Washington."Mrs Adams." He said with a polite smile."Just call me Aurora." I said.He nodded with a polite smile, "Alright. This is your son?" A smile of relief crossed my face as I answered, "Yes my baby boy.""He looks very much like his father." He remarked."Indeed he does." I nodded. Everyone who knew Leo would say the same and I was used to it."You mov
Life in itself can be such a rigmarole. Everyone has a turning point. An experience that could change the course of your entire life can happen in a split second and most of the time, there is nothing you can do about it. You just sit and watch because struggling against the tide might drown you.Whenever I get to look back at what my life was and all the lessons it had taught me, I can only let out a sigh of exhaustion and exasperation. Why do some people seem luckier than others?I was a young, naive twenty year old who had no direction, living with old money parents who believe everything is a transaction - even marriage. One very fateful morning, a business associate of my parents came to visit. I was carefree, having a good laugh with my helps in the garden as they tended to my hair - the luscious waves that were the only thing I could be proud of when it came to my physical attributes. My father had one of his guards come to alert me of our visitors. I got on my feet and follow
"You're seriously going to make me wear makeup?" I asked my mother that evening, shocked and amazed at how serious things were getting."Yes. I'm just going to touch up your face a little bit." "Mother,""Shhh. You have to look your best and give a good first impression." She shushed me."But-" I wanted to insist."Hush young lady, you know I'm right."I clamped my mouth shut and let her do what she wanted. There was no point in arguing with her anyway.When she was done, she marveled at the work of her hands. And even I was impressed at what she had done. I looked really good. The mild makeup enhanced my looks so well and brought out the greenness of my orbs.I stayed up in my room, looking out from my window that faced the entrance of our estate. I was waiting to see for myself when our guests would arrive. I wanted to know the kind of car they drove as well as catch a glimpse of the man I was to marry before officially meeting him.I sat there and waited, calming my nerves with a
"He did what? He's an asshole." River said furiously when I told her about how dinner went the previous night."I agree." I said. "But then it's not his fault."She shook her head vehemently, "Oh no, you're not going to blame yourself for being set up to marry a disrespectful jerk.""Maybe I'm being set up and forced on him because no one really wants to marry me." I muttered sadly."Aurora trust me, you are so beautiful, men would topple over each other for you. You just don't get out enough." River always said this. Sometimes I believed her, other times I didn't.Being a homebody meant me not wanting to go out even if I had a chance to. In my case however, I did not get a chance to."There's no point now." I was slowly resigning to fate. "Ohh," she tsked. "It's going to be alright." She came around and hugged me.I nodded. I did not actually believe that but River liked to be positive and I just wanted to avoid another pep talk. "He's kinda cute though." She said cheekily. Of cour