Breathe, A.Somers [notion reading list TXT] 📗

the bed with Brad for what seemed to be hours. I felt so safe, and sure of everything, laying there with him. He rubbed on my belly, and eventually fell asleep. I slept very peacefully, and I was starting to believe that Brad had something to do with that. When I woke up in the morning, I kissed Brad’s sleeping face, and wrapped myself tighter into his arms, falling back asleep. “Ali, honey, you need to get up baby girl.” My mother placed her warm hands on my arms and attempted to wake me up. I rolled over to face her and opened my eyes. When I looked up to her, she smiled at me. I sat up in my bed, turning to make sure I hadn’t disturbed Brad. Again, this morning I didn’t feel sick when I started to move around. I smiled to myself. “There is breakfast downstairs if you want some,” my mother whispered as she left my room. I didn’t bother to take a shower this morning, being it was Saturday. I went into my closet, got out a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt. I put them on, and went downstairs. I grabbed a quick breakfast, cleaned up, and went back upstairs. When I came through my bedroom door, Brad was up getting dressed into clean clothes. He smiled when he saw me and crossed the room to bring me into his arms. I reached up to kiss him deeply, and wrapped my arms around his neck. He tangled one of his hands into my hair, the other gently on my face. He pulled back, looked me into the eye and smiled. “I love you baby. I promise,” he whispered. My face turned bright red and I smiled. “I love you too.”

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine—

The weeks passed quickly, doctors appointments every other week, and stares from people at school. Life seemed to calm down for me, and I ignored the comments from people and rude stares. Brad and I grew stronger as our baby did. Before we knew it, it was nearing our due date: March 14th. I was excited, but we still needed to set up the nursery. After school today, Brad came over to help me, since I was not allowed to lift anything or bend too far. We laughed together and put together the room for the baby. We still hadn’t come up with a name for him. “How about Bradley?” Brad had been coming up with names and suggesting them to me. I nodded at him, smiled, and said, “I actually like that one, a lot!!” I played around with the name in my head. Bradley… Michael, Kyle, Chase, Antony, Andrew… Then it hit me!! “Babe, how about Bradley Caleb??” His eyes lit up the way mine did and then I knew we had our baby’s name!! He finished putting together the furniture and as I told him where to put it, moved it into place. It was 9:30 by the time we finished and my back was really aching. My mom had been letting Brad stay with me as long as he helped out. They insisted on having at least one person around me, all the time. Ali Watch, I called it. As my mind raced, I finished up putting all of Bradley’s clothes in the dresser and making the crib up. His bath things were already hanging on the blue rack on the wall. The rest of the room was organized. I took a look around the room, and smiled.

I walked into my room carefully. I went into my room, and suddenly, a pain ripped through my spine and abdomen. Fluid rushed out from my body. I nearly fell to my knees, as I screamed, and Brad ran to catch me. He called for my mother; my face was drenched with tears already. I was gasping for breath, and then it stopped. I attempted to catch my breath, and my mom came rushing up into my room. “What happened?” She was nearly screaming too. I couldn’t speak. I was too content into figuring out what was wrong with me. “I think it’s time,” Brad’s shaking voice rang out. Then the lashing pain was there again. I screamed and nearly fell again. My mom and Brad half-carried me down the steps, and Mike picked me up once we got downstairs. Tears poured out of my eyes. My spine was on fire. Mike put me into the car. Brad came out of the house with the hospital bag that we had packed last week. Mike threw the car into reverse once everyone was in. This was it. I was about to do this. I was going to get to hold my baby; My Bradley Caleb. Tears streamed down my face as the pain faded and rose, over and over again.

Chapter Ten

Chapter 10—

When we got to the hospital Brad ran into the doors and went to get a nurse with a wheelchair. They transferred me there quickly, and rushed me up to the Delivery Room. My hands were trembling, and my face was covered in tears. They got me into a bed. The nurses rushed to start my I.V. and pain medication. The doctors came in very quickly, instructing me what to do. I was terrified. I half-listened to them. I didn’t know what to do. I just wanted to sleep, so the pain would stop. The feelings faded less each time. Growing stronger, closer. I screamed. Pain filled my body, my mind. Gasping for air, I reached for a familiar face and hand. “Just breathe. You’re almost there.” They tried to comfort me. Tears streamed down my cheeks, my body was drenched in sweat. I’d never experienced so much pain in my life. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. You’re doing great sweetie,” the nurse standing beside me spoke in a soothing voice. How much longer could this go on? 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10. I counted to myself. Breathing heavily in between counting. I pushed as hard as I could each time. I was sweating and crying; my body was drenched. I pushed again, and finally, a soft whimpering cry broke through all other sounds. I looked around, looked for where the cry was coming from. Pressure rushed through my body, and I finally found the source of that cry. A little red body, being taken from my own body, was crying. It was him. There was my baby; My Bradley Caleb. The nurses cleared him of blood and cleaned his breathing ways, then brought him over to me. He fit right into my arms, perfectly. Small tears streamed down my cheeks. Brad was standing over us. There he was. There we were. Our family, finally complete.

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Publication Date: 02-27-2012

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