So after having Jessica, I settled into motherhood quite nicely for a teenage mother. She was such a good baby, she slept 12 hours through the night at 2 1/2 weeks, she was walking by the time she was 9 months old, and talking full sentences by a year. She was exactly text book, every doctors appointment we had, she was exactly in the 50th percentile, for height and weight, in the first year. She very rarely ever cried and even when she woke up, she would just talk, which is funny, because 22 years later, she’s still like that…Sleep for hours and wake up talking! 🙂
Shortly after Jessica turned one, I found out that I was pregnant again. Actually, I tried to deny for quite sometime that I was pregnant again. I had a missed period in March, but ignored it for a bit, and then April came and went and still no period, so in May I finally went to see my doctor. I said I think I’m pregnant, and he said we’ll do a blood test to confirm, when was your last period? I said February, and he said, ok, so urine test it is…
I was going to be in trouble, again. What were we going to do? Jack had been cheating on me and still partying and pretty much leaving every weekend to stay at his parents place. We still had some good times, but he was still so young and I took to being a parent rather well, but he didn’t so much, never changed a diaper, gave a bath, or even fed Jessica. He would hold her, and play with her, and he loved her, he was sweet to her, but he was more of a big brother than a father. So, we were growing a little further apart each day.
However, with the news of this pregnancy, I knew I couldn’t be a single mom with 2 kids, so I decided to make it work, we talked and he was 100% in too, we were determined to pull it together and have this second baby.
My second pregnancy was relatively normal, I didn’t have morning sickness, I felt good, but my issue was, I wasn’t gaining any weight. (Funnily enough, this is currently not my issue, but, I’m writing to be able to let go of things to lose weight) I was 9 months pregnant and still just wearing loose track pants and sweatshirts or large T-shirts (Clothes that I don’t fit into right now, and I’m currently not pregnant). I believe that I actually lost weight being pregnant with Jeffery.
We decided on Jeffery’s name very early on, I didn’t gain a lot of weight, but I still had a baby belly, and Jessica called it Jeffery, she would talk to my tummy and tell her brother stories, and once we were out front a restaurant having a drink waiting for Jack, and a pregnant woman walked by and Jessica said “Look, Mommy, that lady has a Jeffery too!” I laughed so hard, I had to tell her that her baby was probably not a Jeffery, but ours was.
So, while I was pregnant with Jeffery, Jack and I moved in with his Uncle because our landlord was moving his daughter back in so he was kicking us out, and we didn’t have anywhere else to go. His uncle was a good man, he has since passed away, but Jessica just adored him, and I miss him a lot. The house however, was a very drafty, one story no basement, we had two connecting rooms in the back of the house, Jessica had one with her crib and we had a pull out couch in the other. We shared the kitchen and bathroom.
At this time, Jack’s other uncle was starting to build a cottage out close to Algonquin, so Jack was going out – essentially drinking and partying all weekend long at the trailer, and I stayed at the house with Jack’s uncle. This was most of the summer and into the fall. On the weekend that Jeffery was due, Jack wanted to go with his cousin and uncle to help (help drink his beer) and I said no, that isn’t a good idea because I’m due very soon. He fought with me about it, and how it usually went was like this:
Jack: Yelling – Fine, if you want me to stay, I’ll stay
Me: Yelling – If you’re going to be like that, just go
Jack: Leaves slamming something
Me: Not seeing Jack the rest of the weekend
It was his M.O. this way, he could do what he wanted. So on this particular day, it went like this instead:
Jack: Yelling – Fine, if you want me to stay, I’ll stay.
Me: Not Yelling – actually being very sweet – Thank You
He didn’t slam anything, and on Friday night he waved goodbye to the boys as his uncle left for the weekend. But he was mad at me, he didn’t talk to me much, he did stay in the same room, but I knew he was fuming because I made him stay.
So Saturday morning, I feel something, I tell Jack, Jack says no you don’t. We drive out to his friends shop out in the country, and every now and then I feel a twinge, and he basically tells me I’m lying. After lunch we take Jessica to the lake to feed the birds, and every now and then, I’m still feeling something, but at this point he has Jessica at the lake feeding the birds and I was a little ways back, so I didn’t complain, and I figure he doesn’t believe me anyway, he thinks I’m just saying it because I made him stay.
So that night, Jack is watching Pulp Fiction, and I say, ok, I think we need to go to the hospital, and he says wait till the movie is over, the worst part is we had a black box, remember them? They would play the latest movies – maybe 5 of them, over and over again, so he had already seen Pulp Fiction several times. Then a couple of our other friends come in to the house and ask if we want to go to the bar, I say no, I’m having a baby and friend says, you don’t have to drink…I’m now getting frustrated, and my contractions are getting much closer together.
I finally get Jessica ready to go to his Aunt’s house who lives in the same town as Jack’s parents, and Jack finally decides to drive me, the drive to the town is 20 minutes, and then back to the hospital another 20-25 minutes, so we get to Jack’s aunts place and I have a big contraction and she is so excited and says how far apart are your contractions. I say 5 minutes, and double over in 2 minutes with another one. Then Jack says lets stop at my mom and dad’s and I’m like really?? So we stop in and I have contraction, (also had many in the car) and Jack’s Mom says, how far apart are your contractions and I double over have another one and say 5 minutes – I have to believe it is 5 minutes, because this baby is coming now, if I don’t!
So we get to the hospital, at about midnight, and I have the nurse from hell again, mind you, this was probably me this time, after being checked and coming out of the bathroom, the nurse says your husband has gone down the hall to admit you, and me being the idiot I am says, he’s not my husband, so then the nurse got snippy, well whoever you came with then, and then I said I want an epidural, and she says how do you know you need that, and I say because I don’t want it to hurt like last time, she lightened up when she found out it was my second. By 12:45 I call my dad and let him know I am here, and at 1:03am I gave birth to a healthy baby boy, 6 lbs 12 oz. Jeffery is here!