I did not tell my daughters biological father that she was a girl. He found out from several other people. I know that was not right of me, although I did not think that he had the right to know after what he did to us. He did this to himself. It also did not help that the one I was with did not want me to. They had a past they did not like each other. They both did pay backs on each other through me. One got me pregnant to get to the other, The other one became dad to others daughter. It was a big mess.
Although things had not changed even though I thought they had. I thought him becoming a daddy he would have changed no matter if she was his blood or not. He started cheating again and this time he did not hide it. When I would confront him he would just tell me that no one else would ever want me. That I was fat and never going to amount to anything. That all I had and ever will have is him.
This baby growing inside me was all I needed and she would want me but I ruined that from the beginning but I will get to that later. He was wrong though at some point I would amount to something. I do not know why I stayed with him besides the fact that he got in my head and made me believe the things he would say to me. Plus when he was good to me it would make up for some of the things he did.
I was a little over 8 months pregnant and I had started seeing black spots. I went to the doctor and he had told me I was overly stressed and that I needed to be on bed rest. That was on a Friday. I had plans that weekend so I figured I would wait until monday to start my bed rest little did I know that, that would throw me into labor and that monday morning I would be having my baby girl.
If you remember me saying earlier my boyfriend was a little bit of a trouble maker. That weekend he had to do some classes for probation. They had put him up in a hotel. I went and visit him the first night not knowing he was not allowed to have visitors. He got in a little bit of trouble and I was told to leave. We stayed in contact through phone calls. I was not feeling the greatest that next day but I had received some gift cards from my baby shower. I still needed a few things so we had plans to go shopping that Saturday nite.
Even though I was still not feeling good we still went. I just used the wheel chairs at the stores so I was not on my feet. I would say that we had been out shopping for a couple of hours and it had started to get to me. So we ended up getting what I had picked out and headed home. Sunday morning I woke up and I still was not feeling good I used this day to lay around and recuperate from the nite before.
As the day went on I started feeling even more sick than I was. I was throwing up and just over all blah. So my mom called my doctor and they said to come to the hospital and get checked out. We was there for a while and even though I was having contractions they were not good enough to dilate me more. They ended up sending me home. I told the nurse that I would see her in the morning because my baby was going to be coming. She said to make sure I was there before 7am because that was when she went home. We laughed and smiled at each other and I went on my way.