I made it halfway through breakfast before the labor pains started. Like, knowing I was due at any second, it was still so sudden. No warning signal. No heads up. One minute I was fine and eating omelets with Ali and the next I was screaming because I felt like I’d been stabbed in the gut. I don’t blame him for freaking out. I would too if I heard someone scream like that.
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Shiloh freaked out in her own way. She whimpered and stepped sheepishly toward me with her ears down and tail between her legs. I tried my best to reassure her I was ok, but I wasn’t very convincing, gripping my belly and breathing rapidly. I tried the technique I saw in a video from the forums. I guess it worked. Or maybe that was a brief contraction. Either way, I was able to regain control and comfort Shiloh.
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Mommy must have heard me all the way upstairs. In Amina Pope fashion, she was calm and told me everything was fine. “Nothing will happen for a while, so you can either get comfortable here or go to the hospital and wait.”
I trust my mother with everything I have, but she’s no doctor. We could watch a movie or something, but I’d feel more comfortable already being where I need to be.
“I’M GONNA PUT ON A SHIRT,” Ali yelled as he bolted out of the kitchen.
Mommy laughed “Pants too, dear!”
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