I did not mean for my life to turn out like this. The experts saying having a baby changes your life. I did not realize how true they were until now.
"Callie," the doctor screams. "You are going to have to push really hard this time. Just a few more pushes and then it's over with."
"I can't do it," I scream back, my face strained, sweat pouring off my face and body. I squeeze tightly Isaac's hand, and he reassures me it is going to be okay.
"Come on Callie," the doctor says urging me forward. "Just a few more pushes. Come on sweetie you can do this."
"No, I can't," I moan lying back against the pillow. "I can't do it," I whispered to Isaac, tears filling my eyes. "It hurts," I say.
"I know sweetie," he says kissing my hand. "But it is almost over; you just have to do a little more."
"Come on Callie just give me a big push and then you can relax for a minute," the doctor says giving me a smile.
"One two three four," I hear the nurse counting as I continue pushing with all of my strength. "Four five six," she continues counting. "Seven eight nine ten," she says and then I can hear screaming, but this time it is not my own screaming.
"It's a boy," the doctor says holding up the baby, so I can see him. Isaac smiles at me and kisses my cheek.
I feel relief and for a moment I lye my head back on the pillow and breath. The bad thing is I am having twins and I am about to have to repeat the entire process all over again.
"Are you ready to do this again," the doctor asks handing my baby off to one of the nurses. The baby continues screaming as he is carried off by the nurse.
"Again," I ask as if I did not already know I was going to have to do it again. Somewhere inside I feel a moment of bravery and strength, so I nod my head in agreement.
I hear the nurse starting to count as I begin to push again. "Push one two three," she says encouraging me the entire time. Before I know it, there is another round of screaming, again not my own this time.
"You did it sweetie," Isaac says kissing my forehead. "I am so proud of you," he whispers.
"It's a boy," the doctor says holding up the baby.
"Two boys," I say exhausted as my head flings back onto the pillow. "Two boys," I repeat.
I look over at Isaac who is standing near by; he has the biggest smile on his face. I smile at him as I try to catch my breath.
My hand wipes at the sweat on my forehead, as I continue to hear the screaming coming from to very anxious little babies.
"Are they okay," I ask Isaac touching his forearm lightly.
"Yeah," he says smiling.
"They are just fine," one of the nurses says walking over to me with one of the babies in her arms.
She extends out her arms and I gladly take my son into my arms. "That is baby number one," she says smiling up at Isaac.
"His name is Colton Alexander," I tell her with a smile. I look down at my son for the first time and I cannot help but smile. He is the perfect little baby with ten fingers, ten toes, and cute chubby cheeks.
The experts were right my life would never be the same, from this day forward. I am now the mother of not one, but two baby boys.
"Here is baby number two," one of the other nurses says handing Isaac a baby to hold, so he would not feel left out.
"His name is Jacob Allan," he tells the nurse. She smiles at him and then begins to write down on her chart several things.
I lay quietly in bed the next day; the crowds of friends and family have left. I watch Isaac from afar. He holds one tiny baby in his arms, rocking back and forth slightly.
He is perfectly calm, quiet, and gentle. He looks as comfortable as anyone can be as he holds his son. His son, saying that sounds so weird in my own ears.
To know that I am the mother of two little boys is the weirdest thing I have ever been through. To love two little babies as much as I love my sons is unfathomable in my mind.
The pressure I know is going to be grand, but somewhere I must find the strength to get through this
"Hey," Isaac says looking up at me. "How are you feeling," he asks.
"Good," I say smiling.
"Can you believe we have twin boys," he asks with a smile, while he holds Colton up slightly so I can see him. Colton grunts slightly and Isaac automatically pulls him close to his body again and continues rocking.
"Yeah, who knew a mistake could turn out so beautiful."
"Yeah," he says soothing Colton into slumber.
"So," he asked smiling up at me from the rocking chair. "Am I ever going to be able to touch you again?"
"Why," I asked looking at him curiously.
"Because you were screaming some pretty awful things at me yesterday." We both laughed slightly.
"I am sorry I kind of flipped out a little."
"A little," he says curiously.
"Okay a lot," I admit, smiling. "Do you forgive me?"
"Of course," he says smiling.
Okay so here is the next chapter. I hope you like it. I am sorry this update took so long, but I just have writers block on alot of my stories. This one was updated first, because it was the one I had an idea for, sorry.