Why Is Life So Hard, Lizzy?, chapter 14
I was standing talking to 'Stelle when I felt a warm liquid go down my leg. My eyes grow wide, and that's when Stelle finally stopped talking.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"Stelle, I think my water just...AHHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Contractions. I...was going into labor.
Franky came running over when I screamed, so did everyone else. Franky knelt beside me...
"What's wrong?" I brought him close and practically yelled.
"Frankita...she wants to say hello!"
Tre dialed 911, but it would be 30 - 45 minutes before they were here, and I was already dilated to a 9. My mom interrupted.
"Go get some towels, blankets, warm water, and the ...uh...suction sorta thing we got to get out baby boogers," My mom instructed.
Everyone took off except for Franky. He stayed by my side.
"Oh, wait, scissors. Franky, get scissors and some alchol for sterilization. Hurry," he set off quickly.
I looked at my mom. "Mommy...make it stop! Ugh...this hurts so bad! I can't take it. Take her out!" She smiled and swept my hair off my forehead.
"It'll be over soon, we just gotta get you moved off the lawn. You can't go far, you're at 9.5 cm, so the lounger by the pool is gonna have to do."
My dad, brothers and Tre returned, and they helped me to the lounger. They propped the lounger up and I layed there, breathing deeply. Franky returned, and held my hand, for support. Mike and Brittany stood, ready with towels. Estelle and 'Mona were pulling a lounger close, laying it flat, then spreading more towels out, and blankets, preparing it so they could take Frankita straight to warmth. Joey stood close ready with Asperator (Suction thingie), and Jakob with scissors.
"Okay Lizzy, you're at 10, ready to push?""
"Yes," I groaned.
"Franky, Billie, hold her legs back towards her chest, so her pelvis can expa..."
"Adie, if I may, can I catch?"
My mom nodded and stepped back. Franky positioned himself, ready to retrieve the baby. My mom stayed, overlooking, and Tre took Franky's leg holding position.
"Tre, don't look," My dad scolded.
My mom told Franky to have me push, and I did.
"I can see the head," Franky said.
"Push again Lizzy," my dad urged.
Her head was coming out, then I heard the most beautiful sound....A newborn baby cry.
"One more push, and you're done!" Brittney exclaimed. I pushed and out came my precious Frankita.
Mike, Brittney, Franky, Estelle and 'Mona all rushed to Frankita to clean her up, and warm.
"6:57pm," my dad said, looking at his watch.
"Wanna do the honors daddy?" Jakob said, handing Franky the scissors. He nodded, then cut.
Franky scooped up the baby, then brought her to me. Lemme tell ya, having a baby really wears you out. I took my baby and held her close. She was so warm and beautiful. She had her daddy's eyes, nose and mouth. My hair and facial structure.
"Frankita Maria Hope Wright I, Welcome to your new family. I love you," I kissed her soft forehead, and held her close. 20 minutes later, Tre was goin',
"Please, I wanna hold her! Please!" I giggled and nodded, handing her over. He took her and held her and a few minutes later, out of the blue, he said, "This is...official, but, she is 6Ibs. 7oz. 21" inches long."
"Tre! Are you the human scale or something?"
"Just watch! Get her to the hopsital, they'll tell ya!" He argued on.
"Tre, I just had a baby, and you're gonna argue with me NOW?" he smiled cheesily and said,
"Of course."
Then Frankita started crying.
"HA! She's mad at you for arguing! Great going Tre!"
"Shut up!" he handed Frankita to me and she stopped crying. That's when the ambulance finally got there, only 1/2 an hour late! They took me and Frankita to the hospital and everyone followed. Later, I found out that Tre was...right.
*Birth Certificate*
Name: Frankita Maria Hope Wright I
Date of Birth: November 14th, 2006
Length: 21" Long Pounds: 6Ibs. Ounces: 7oz.
Mother:Father:
Elizabeth Anne ArmstrongFrankito Wright
*Congratulations*
IT'S A GIRL!!!!
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"Stelle, I think my water just...AHHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Contractions. I...was going into labor.
Franky came running over when I screamed, so did everyone else. Franky knelt beside me...
"What's wrong?" I brought him close and practically yelled.
"Frankita...she wants to say hello!"
Tre dialed 911, but it would be 30 - 45 minutes before they were here, and I was already dilated to a 9. My mom interrupted.
"Go get some towels, blankets, warm water, and the ...uh...suction sorta thing we got to get out baby boogers," My mom instructed.
Everyone took off except for Franky. He stayed by my side.
"Oh, wait, scissors. Franky, get scissors and some alchol for sterilization. Hurry," he set off quickly.
I looked at my mom. "Mommy...make it stop! Ugh...this hurts so bad! I can't take it. Take her out!" She smiled and swept my hair off my forehead.
"It'll be over soon, we just gotta get you moved off the lawn. You can't go far, you're at 9.5 cm, so the lounger by the pool is gonna have to do."
My dad, brothers and Tre returned, and they helped me to the lounger. They propped the lounger up and I layed there, breathing deeply. Franky returned, and held my hand, for support. Mike and Brittany stood, ready with towels. Estelle and 'Mona were pulling a lounger close, laying it flat, then spreading more towels out, and blankets, preparing it so they could take Frankita straight to warmth. Joey stood close ready with Asperator (Suction thingie), and Jakob with scissors.
"Okay Lizzy, you're at 10, ready to push?""
"Yes," I groaned.
"Franky, Billie, hold her legs back towards her chest, so her pelvis can expa..."
"Adie, if I may, can I catch?"
My mom nodded and stepped back. Franky positioned himself, ready to retrieve the baby. My mom stayed, overlooking, and Tre took Franky's leg holding position.
"Tre, don't look," My dad scolded.
My mom told Franky to have me push, and I did.
"I can see the head," Franky said.
"Push again Lizzy," my dad urged.
Her head was coming out, then I heard the most beautiful sound....A newborn baby cry.
"One more push, and you're done!" Brittney exclaimed. I pushed and out came my precious Frankita.
Mike, Brittney, Franky, Estelle and 'Mona all rushed to Frankita to clean her up, and warm.
"6:57pm," my dad said, looking at his watch.
"Wanna do the honors daddy?" Jakob said, handing Franky the scissors. He nodded, then cut.
Franky scooped up the baby, then brought her to me. Lemme tell ya, having a baby really wears you out. I took my baby and held her close. She was so warm and beautiful. She had her daddy's eyes, nose and mouth. My hair and facial structure.
"Frankita Maria Hope Wright I, Welcome to your new family. I love you," I kissed her soft forehead, and held her close. 20 minutes later, Tre was goin',
"Please, I wanna hold her! Please!" I giggled and nodded, handing her over. He took her and held her and a few minutes later, out of the blue, he said, "This is...official, but, she is 6Ibs. 7oz. 21" inches long."
"Tre! Are you the human scale or something?"
"Just watch! Get her to the hopsital, they'll tell ya!" He argued on.
"Tre, I just had a baby, and you're gonna argue with me NOW?" he smiled cheesily and said,
"Of course."
Then Frankita started crying.
"HA! She's mad at you for arguing! Great going Tre!"
"Shut up!" he handed Frankita to me and she stopped crying. That's when the ambulance finally got there, only 1/2 an hour late! They took me and Frankita to the hospital and everyone followed. Later, I found out that Tre was...right.
*Birth Certificate*
Name: Frankita Maria Hope Wright I
Date of Birth: November 14th, 2006
Length: 21" Long Pounds: 6Ibs. Ounces: 7oz.
Mother:Father:
Elizabeth Anne ArmstrongFrankito Wright
*Congratulations*
IT'S A GIRL!!!!
