My Bestfriend Is My Lover

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Chapter 14: And...I...Pissed

The delivery was successful and I wound up not needing a blood transfusion. The baby and I did just fine and I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, Katie Delores Bailey! We stayed admitted for the customary forty eight hours, then we were released to go home. When we got home, it was decided that the two children who shared a room upstairs, would trade out with me for the bedroom downstairs. Between the baby’s belongings and mine combined, the room Katie and I shared just wasn’t suitable, we needed a much bigger area.

For the most part Darnell and I had kept our distance. Since he lost his previous job, things just weren’t the same. Yeah, he would come up to get Katie, every now and again, spend a little time with her, but that was as far as our conversation would go. A month rolled by and because his mom hadn’t thought to call and check up on the baby, I was all up in my feelings. Sharron hadn’t come by or called to check on us either. My mama however, as wrong as she does me sometimes, there’s no denying that she loves her grandchildren dearly. Her and my father were in South Dakota before Katie barely hit a month old.

As you can imagine, with tensions already growing between Darnell and I, there was no way of ignoring those negative vibes, but everyone kept their cool. My mama and daddy had arrived late in the evening the day they came. As soon as my mama hit the door she zero right in on me. “Why do you look so purple? She asked. I had no idea what she was referring to. I turned around and went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror and my skin looked deathly. I can’t remember the last time I actually looked at myself in the mirror. Darnell and I didn’t really talk much so I guess he either didn’t notice or he didn’t give a damn enough about me to let me know. Either way, that pissed my mama off and she demanded to know why hasn’t he taken me to the hospital yet. At that, he just gathered some items, grabbed the van keys and said, “let’s go!” My mama and daddy stayed behind to watch over the children.

The hospital wasn’t far at all, it was basically in the downtown area and we only lived ten maybe 15 minutes away. We pull up to the hospital and I get out the van, Darnell takes off to find parking. Meanwhile, I go ahead, walk myself inside the hospital, start the check-in and registration process. It didn’t take long for me to be seen in the ER, but then I ended up being admitted which caused us to be there longer than intended. The nurses that had been helping me in the ER, escorted me to a different room and because I was already familiar with the procedure, I went into the bathroom and began undressing, so that I could get into the gown that was placed on the bed. When I’m done, I come out and walk in the direction of the hospital bed and climb in it. As the nurses are on their way out, they advise me the doctor would be in soon to go over some lab results. Darnell walked in some time later after coming from outside smoking a cigarette. He doesn’t say much of anything, he just strolls past me and sat in a chair that was in a corner of the room.

It might have been maybe thirty minutes later when I feel myself drifting off. I’m exhausted. I really just want to go to bed, but then the doctor waltzes into the room. “Mrs. Bailey” while shaking my hand.

“I’m Dr. Hendricks and I’ll be the supervising doctor overseeing your care tonight. How are you feeling?” he asked me.

“I’m feeling just fine. I didn’t even realize I wasn’t looking too well until my mama had come to visit and she noticed. My mama was the one who suggested to my husband to bring me in. I mean I was feeling fine. If it wasn’t for my mother, I’m not sure when I would have noticed, I just have been so occupied with the baby.”

“Kamaliyah,” giving me a really grim face. “You have what is called cardiomyopathy which would explain your shortness of breath and your edema. You also have Cyanosis which is why your skin has a purplish hue. I’m glad you came in when you did, you may not have made it much longer before you started feeling the physical signs, I’m suspecting this is part of your postpartum. I would also like to suggest a full tubal ligation. I’m afraid if you become pregnant again, you stand the chance of not making it to full term.” My mouth couldn’t have dropped lower than it already was. The news he gave me was just as bad as when I was going into labor. He continues, “If you don’t mind, we’d like to keep you admitted a few days, until we’re comfortable sending you home.” I just nodded my head yes.

So the hospital is where I stayed for the next three days. On the first day, I had the tubal procedure done, however when I woke up, my throat was sore. I later found out, I actually stopped breathing during the operation and they had to put a tube down my throat to support my breathing. After waking up from recovery, I was put on Lasix to get rid of the water due to the edema. Man I pissed and I pissed and...I...pissed. I never knew one person could piss so damn much. They even had like this little measuring cup type deal in the toilet to check how much fluid I released. I stayed a little under four days, once I was back urinating normally, my skin color was back to normal, I was released and allowed to go home to my babies.

It was so nice to be home and even nicer to come to a clean house..lol! When I say my mama implemented order in the house, she did just that. The children who were old enough to do a chore, received one and the smaller ones were given small things to do to contribute to the cleaning process. My mama and daddy visited for another few days before it was time for them to pack it up and go home. It was so sad to see them go, I honestly should’ve dead ass left with their asses, smdh. The day it was time for them to leave, it was a really emotional day. The children were sad, I was sad, my mama was sad, we were all just a huge crying mess. As time moved on, we lived everyday as usual. Darnell was in between jobs like always and the kids were going to school. I had landed me this really nice bartending job that was super close to home, paid well and it allowed me to interact with the public.

As far as I was concerned, my life was going pretty well, a few hiccups here and there, but I was doing really well. Looking back though, the one thing I really regret was not allowing myself to be happy in my own home. I was so busy trying to “punish” Darnell, my house stayed empty, no furniture, no pictures, no nothing. I refused to allow Darnell to think or even feel like he was being taken care of. I refused to be the one who worked my ass off, while he sat back and enjoyed the fruits of my damn labor like a fat rat. It was already bad enough that I resorted to selling weed to make ends meet because as always, Darnell was never of any assistance.

While at work one evening, guess who decides to walk their raggedy asses through the door, Robynn and Christiana. I instantly became irritated and just wanted them to eat a bit, drink a bit and get their asses the hell on out of here. They wound up getting a booth, which was fine with me because I’m a bartender, not a server and it created that much wanted distance. I’ll give it about an hour when I realized Robynn was waltzing her ass over to where I was. Great, just fucking great! I knew asking for a little peace and no drama, was asking the most high for too much. Obviously ignoring my frown, she took a seat on one of the open bar stools. Well at least she had the common courtesy to wait until I was done with my customers before she addressed me. She stayed quiet for some time before I asked, “Can I help you something?”

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