Libby’s baby

No one knew I was pregnant, not even myself. Well, you see, I didn't have any symptoms or anything like that. The only change was shorter periods, and I do apologize if that was a little TMI.

Maybe going back to before he was born would be a good start...

I had this plan to visit my boyfriend, Mason, who lived on the opposite side of the country. It was three years of constantly changing the reason for going, but I jumped at the chance to finally go. We had a ton of fun and a little too much fun at times. When it was time for me to go, he kissed me, then whispered in my ear "I'll find a way to come visit you next time."

A few months later, Mason kept his word, and came to me! Though, something was off that day. I kept feeling sick, and excruciating pain throughout my stomach. I thought maybe taking a bath would help, but as soon as I got into the tub and sat down, I had the sudden urge to push. The only thing going through my mind during this whole situation was "What is my body trying to push out?"

Not a minute in, Mason ran into the bathroom with a very concerned expression. "What's wrong? What's happening?" he asked as he kneeled at the side of the tub. I reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing as hard as I could as I gave one last push, feeling a wave of relief run through my body. Mason reached into the water and pulled out the tiniest baby I had ever seen. We both shared a look of disbelief, before looking at the baby stretching her little arms out. Mason handed me the baby before running out, to return with a few baby items we had gotten when my youngest brother had been born two years previous. I used the bulb syringe on her mouth and nose, and as soon as I did that, she started crying. I held her on my chest relaxing in the water, as I asked Mason to call 911 and explain the situation. By the time the ambulance got there, I had delivered the placenta, drained the water, and put on a nightshirt.

Thankfully my family wasn't home at this time. They had gone on a trip, but because I had already used my vacation days for work, I couldn't go with them.

After arriving at the hospital, they took care of the baby and asked Mason and me some questions. Most commonly "How are you not in serious pain?" I truly hadn't felt any pain after delivering the baby, but I shouldn't be surprised considering she was only the size of the palm of my hand! Though the doctors said she was fully developed, she was just really small. Both Mason and I signed her birth certificate and gave her the name Mary, which means "beloved one." A few days later they discharged us from the hospital, and good timing too. My family had gotten back a minute after we did. "Time to meet your uncles and grandparents my Mary," I whispered as cradled Mary in my arm, sitting down in one of the chairs in our front room. I gave it a minute before the door swung open to our dog running over and sniffing Mary. "We're home!" My stepdad said in a loud sing-song tone as everyone else walked through the door.