Andrea and I had normal, almost routine pregnancies fortunately. I had no issues at all, while Andrea did had some horrible nausea in her first trimester that required medication for a good part of it, and then she just got over it. For me, I had to relive what I had years earlier once more, dealing with being uncomfortable all of the time, increasingly towards the end. Of course, that was a new experience for Andrea, both of us and our huge bloated bellies wrecking havoc on our bodies causing all of it. I didn't mind being pregnant, but I sure didn't need or ask for that one. I could only blame myself, while in Andreas case, I as an expert in Black male reproductive ability, warned her over and over about the extra risk that accompanied fucking Black men and she ignored all of that advice.
As each week went by, all I can remember thinking was just hurry up and get through this already. I was in no mood for any kind of sex practically the entire time that pregnancy, largely since I was older then. Sharod was somewhat helpful. He did come around a lot to check up on me, and see my progressively growing belly full of his child he put in me. Surely, for me to give him head every time he came by was part of that motivation. I didn't let him touch me most of the nine months since I sure as hell didn't feel remotely attractive or sexy. I loved giving him blowjobs and he was ok with that; shocking.
Andrea and I had our checkups and our ultrasounds together. The technicians knew what the sex of the babies were, but neither of us wanted to know until we had them. I never knew what both of my kids were beforehand and that was simply ok. Whatever I was meant to have I had. I think that Andrea really did want to know, but she went along with what I did anyway, and waited.
Early morning on a Sunday, I had horrible cramps and I remember that feeling very well. I knew I was going into labor. I called my doctor and she said to grab my stuff and go to the hospital. That's when she also set an appointment for Andrea to be induced, as she was already past her due date anyway. I didn't bother with Sharod so Andrea quickly woke up her brother and took us to the hospital.
Lucky for me, I still had the time for the doctor to put in an epidural. I was in my bed in my room, when Andrea was taken to her room to be induced. I was excited that we both were going to deliver the same day at the same place. I would have loved to be in her room while she pushed my little grandbaby out, but I had my own birth to contend with. We talked to one another on our phones until it was time. That time was mine first.
After two or so hours, I delivered a healthy baby girl I named Brianna. She was beautiful. She had adorable black coily hair and puffy little cheeks. I was in love immediately. Ten fingers, ten toes. The nurses let me hold her until I needed to rest since I was exhausted and relieved it was over. It was a lot for James to take in. He got to hold his sister's little hand and look at her for a while. He just sat like a good boy and watched TV and the nurses fed him snacks. Andrea had not yet delivered her baby yet, so I fell asleep waiting for the news.
When I woke up a few hours later, the nurses informed me that Andrea had also delivered a baby girl. These days, I suppose the nurses were used to women like us, white as snow, having Black babies, so I didn't detect any sort of negative attitudes or remarks about that which was a relief. I grabbed my phone and called Andrea and we both cried to each other. It was a very emotional, bonding moment between us. She told me how much she loved her little girl, which I already knew. Andrea did not have a name yet to give her, but I figured it would come to her. Ledell was there for her delivery and was doing his best to care for Andrea.
Even though we had separate rooms, I knew exactly what was going on in there since I'd obviously been through it all before. I could not wait to see my little girl with her little girl in person. One of the staff took James to his sister's room to see his baby sister and I was very thankful. I hoped that he would be excited to see her.
Ledell came up with a name for his new daughter, Amara, unique and pretty. Andrea loved it and so that was going to be her name. My nurses were so nice. One helped me into a wheelchair and with me carrying Brianna, she brought us over to Andrea's room so I could meet my grandbaby and Andrea could meet her new little sister.
"Oh my God, she's beautiful," I said when I first lay eyes on Amara.
"Mom, I'm so happy right now!" exclaimed Andrea.
"Here Mom, you hold Amara and I want to love on my little sister."
"She's so tiny," said James to all of us.
"You were just as small when you were born too baby," I replied to him.
The nurses helped us to swap our babies. I felt so blessed that both girls turned out perfectly. I had two girls that day, not one.
