Angelique insisted on being on the lower level of the house so she wouldn’t feel isolated. That was cool with me because I wouldn’t have to run up and down the stairs tending to her and the baby. So with the help of Carmela I made a make shift recuperation room in the living room. I had a twin bed delivered and set it up across from the T.V, so Angelique could interact with everybody and watch her favorite shows. At night we would all go up to our room and sleep up there, but during the day she preferred to be down stairs.
Carmela was excited about the new baby and tried her best to help out. I didn’t have to worry about cooking breakfast, lunch, or dinner because she had that covered. Carmela offered to take care of Khari, but I would only let her do so much. I wanted to learn how to take care of my own daughter and the only way to do that was to jump right in.
Sadness flirted with Angelique every now and then. She felt helpless and dependent. Dr. Rosent told her to take it easy for the next four weeks. For a woman like Angelique, staying in bed not doing anything was extremely difficult. She was used to coming and going as she pleased. Her body was still weak from her surgery, so her movements were slow and shaky.
I had to admit that taking care of a new born was hard ass work! For the most part Khari was a good baby, but at times she would fuss and cry for no reason at all, or at least no reason I could see. I had to learn to anticipate and guess what she needed. The first time I changed her diaper it took me ten whole minutes! I couldn’t get the damn thing tight enough. After a few more times, I got a little better at it; cutting the changing time down to like four minutes. I kept thinking I was going to hurt her or break her little legs, but Carmela assured me that babies were more durable than they looked. After hearing that I relaxed a little.
The four a.m. feedings were easy for me cuz I was used to being up late anyway. I would turn on the T.V in the master bedroom so I could see what I was doing. I used the T.V. for light cuz the lamp would wake Angelique up and I wanted her to get her rest.
My world changed over night, I couldn’t explain this newfound paternal instinct running through my soul but it felt good. I loved that little girl with all of my heart. I’d fight a pack of wolves with a tooth pick for her. I’d kill a dead tree for her. I’d love her if she was gay, an astronaut, a janitor, or any fucking thing. She was my daughter and I wasn’t going anywhere.
Pamela and Gloria lent their assistance and baby expertise whenever I needed it. One, if not both of them stopped by each day to check on us.
I tried to divide my time between my woman and my baby. One thing I didn’t believe in was putting a baby first. I know some people would disagree with me but fuck that! My number one priority was making sure my woman was happy. I mean what would happen if I neglected Angelique? Eventually her discontent would grow like a fungus and cause problems in our relationship. In my opinion you keep the order how it came, Khari was born from our love. Why disregard that? If Angelique was happy and madly in love with me then that would make our family tighter. Too many couples break up cuz they put their children first and forget about each other. When they’re not together the children are the ones that suffer the most.
As long as I held Angelique down she would hold me down and we both would hold Khari down…simple.
Restless
I’ve never spent so much time in bed in my entire life and it was really starting to annoy me. I felt helpless. Some people would relish the idea of staying in bed all day having people wait on you hand and foot, but not me. I was used to doing my own thing, fending for myself. I’d been on my own since I was 16,
Carmela was excited about the new baby and tried her best to help out. I didn’t have to worry about cooking breakfast, lunch, or dinner because she had that covered. Carmela offered to take care of Khari, but I would only let her do so much. I wanted to learn how to take care of my own daughter and the only way to do that was to jump right in.
Sadness flirted with Angelique every now and then. She felt helpless and dependent. Dr. Rosent told her to take it easy for the next four weeks. For a woman like Angelique, staying in bed not doing anything was extremely difficult. She was used to coming and going as she pleased. Her body was still weak from her surgery, so her movements were slow and shaky.
I had to admit that taking care of a new born was hard ass work! For the most part Khari was a good baby, but at times she would fuss and cry for no reason at all, or at least no reason I could see. I had to learn to anticipate and guess what she needed. The first time I changed her diaper it took me ten whole minutes! I couldn’t get the damn thing tight enough. After a few more times, I got a little better at it; cutting the changing time down to like four minutes. I kept thinking I was going to hurt her or break her little legs, but Carmela assured me that babies were more durable than they looked. After hearing that I relaxed a little.
The four a.m. feedings were easy for me cuz I was used to being up late anyway. I would turn on the T.V in the master bedroom so I could see what I was doing. I used the T.V. for light cuz the lamp would wake Angelique up and I wanted her to get her rest.
My world changed over night, I couldn’t explain this newfound paternal instinct running through my soul but it felt good. I loved that little girl with all of my heart. I’d fight a pack of wolves with a tooth pick for her. I’d kill a dead tree for her. I’d love her if she was gay, an astronaut, a janitor, or any fucking thing. She was my daughter and I wasn’t going anywhere.
Pamela and Gloria lent their assistance and baby expertise whenever I needed it. One, if not both of them stopped by each day to check on us.
I tried to divide my time between my woman and my baby. One thing I didn’t believe in was putting a baby first. I know some people would disagree with me but fuck that! My number one priority was making sure my woman was happy. I mean what would happen if I neglected Angelique? Eventually her discontent would grow like a fungus and cause problems in our relationship. In my opinion you keep the order how it came, Khari was born from our love. Why disregard that? If Angelique was happy and madly in love with me then that would make our family tighter. Too many couples break up cuz they put their children first and forget about each other. When they’re not together the children are the ones that suffer the most.
As long as I held Angelique down she would hold me down and we both would hold Khari down…simple.
Restless
I’ve never spent so much time in bed in my entire life and it was really starting to annoy me. I felt helpless. Some people would relish the idea of staying in bed all day having people wait on you hand and foot, but not me. I was used to doing my own thing, fending for myself. I’d been on my own since I was 16,
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