Old Stone Chapter 21

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POV: Charlie Rose

The first few days after coming home from the hospital were spent pacing the house like a caged animal. Thinking and agonizing. I spent nine months dreaming of how I would feel the moment the pregnancy was over. Plans I had moving forward with my life. All ruined. All wrong.

I thought I would push that “monster’ out, stand up, get dressed, and walk out the door. Free, like I used to be before that line on a pee stick. Instead I am stuck with still wearing maternity clothes, because my stomach is still huge. I’m stuck wearing bindings to stop my boobs from leaking milk And we don’t even need to talk about the bleeding. I feel gross. I’m still exhausted and hiding in this dark, cold house. 

Gosh how stupid am I?

It had been storming since I came home from the hospital, the thunder and lightning matching the turmoil in my soul.

Relief washed over me again, but there was something in the back of my mind. Every time I felt it, I would push it away.

Once I came to terms with my situation as it was, I sat in my dingy room as the rain splattered against the windows. The fireplace was cold, and so was I, but I didn’t feel like lighting it. Why did this feeling keep wriggling in? I knew it wasn’t good, and right now, I should feel great. This whole mess was over finally!

There it was again.

My mind returned to the baby I called a monster only days ago.

I could say I gave the baby boy away for his sake, but it really was for my own. I hadn’t wanted him. Being a teenage mother was too much to bear. Knowing that sounded selfish but it didn’t stop me from feeling that way.

But then, after all the horrific pain I’d endured to bring him life, I’d stolen a peek at his little face. My resolve had almost gone out the window. And that’s why I call him “baby boy” now.

I’d told Erin and the nurse that the new parents could name him whatever they wanted. Secretly, though, I had given him a name and written it down in my diary.

Joseph.

It was old-fashioned, I supposed, but it had been my daddy’s middle name.

In the gloom, my bed beckoned to me. I just couldn’t, though. Sleep eluded me, and I didn’t want to lie there, staring and thinking about the baby.

I knew the labor and delivery would be gross, and hard, but it was nothing compared to the fact that I came home empty-handed.

Now why would that even cross my mind?

I held my head in my hands as that ugly feeling swept through me again.

And wasn’t that what I wanted? To come home without him? I didn’t want Joseph. He would have ruined my life.

No, that was backward, wasn’t it? In the time it took to blink back tears and sign the necessary papers, I’d destroyed his life.

The doctor mentioned that I was healthy and could have kids in the future. How could I even think of having other children when I’d knowingly thrown this one away?

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