Zack has spent every waking moment with me since he has been home. It is so unlike him to be like this and I am totally not used to it. Maybe it is my hormones or him being around all the time but this being 9 months pregnant thing can suck it. I try not to get irritated with him just because I know he is here to help me with whatever I need but can’t a girl catch a break.
It doesn’t help that for the last few days I have been feeling pains throughout my back. I have a feeling this baby will be here sooner rather than later that is for sure.
“Zack, I need to get to my appointment. Are you getting up and going with me or what?”
Grumbling, “yeah I am coming. You don’t need to be rude.”
“Look, I am in pain, I feel like a whale and none of my clothes fit. When you feel like this, you can be a bitch too. Now let’s g-g-go.” There is that pain again.
“Are you okay,” he looks worried.
“Yeah, yeah. Just joint pain I think.”
“Are you sure Cal?”
“Yes! I still have a month left anyway. Can we please go?”

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My midwife is about 45 minutes away from my place. Those 45 minutes were some of the most agonizing minutes I think my body has ever felt. Luckily Zack took my car keys from me and drove this time. By the time we made it to the clinic those “joint pains” I was having were consistent and about 2 ½ minutes apart.
“You doing okay?” Zack asks me with a worried look on his face as he parked.
“Yea-owww!”
Zack jumps out of the car and comes over to my side to get me out of the car.
“I think these are contractions Cali.”
“No shit Zack…”
You could tell that he wasn’t going to argue with me and just wanted to get me to someone that knew what they were doing.
He rang the call button to get us inside and the nurse answers.
“How can I help you sir?”
“Um… my girlfriend Cali McDowell is here for her appointment and I think she may be in labor,” he replies nervously.
Wait, did he just call me his girlfriend? Oh my god!
The nurse unlocked the door and we headed to the check in area. She met us about halfway down the hall and her and Zack made me get into a wheelchair.
“Are you contracting?” she asks me as she was wheeling me to the observation room.
“Yeah I think so,” I answer as I felt another pain begin to surge through my stomach.
“How far apart are they?” she asks but I couldn’t answer since I was in so much pain at this point of the contraction.
Luckily Zack was able to answer for me,”they are ranging between 1 ½ to 2 ½ minutes.”
“Let’s get you on the monitors and see what is going on.” This nurse was way too cheery for me to be dealing with right now.
After about an hour of observing me and my contractions the midwife on call decided it was time to admit me and that I was probably going to have a baby in the next day or so. By the time I got a room the pain was so unbearable that I was puking during most every contraction.
“I can’t do this anymore,” I say to Zack after we get settled in.
“You are doing it babe.”
“But I’m not ready Zack.” Tears were streaming down my face at this point. “He is supposed to be cooking in there for another month.”
He leans into my ear and says, “you will get through this Cal and when you see his face I am sure this will be worth it.”
Damn it why does he have to be so sweet.

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I dealt with the contractions for another 10 hours that day and finally at 10:30 pm that night I felt the biggest urge to push.
“I NEED TO PUSH…”
“Go ahead Cali. Put your head to your chest and push,” the midwife says. Of course my body was already pushing at this point.
It became all worth it when I heard the sweetest cry. He was here and he was TINY. I look over at Zack and I see tears in his eyes. We just had a baby and he was perfect. They put him on my chest for just one moment before taking him away to make sure he was okay.
“Go with him Zack.” I needed someone I knew to go with my baby to make sure he was okay.
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“Knock knock,” Zack was back with the baby. “I brought you someone.” He was grinning ear to ear.
“Is he okay?” I ask.
“He is perfect beautiful,” he answers as he hands me OUR baby.
“Oh my gosh he looks just like you. What does he weigh?” I couldn’t help by smile.
“5 lbs 10 oz.”
“I think I know what we should name him.’
“What is that?” We were both so infatuated with this little thing.
“Jameson Zachary”
“I like it. Do you like it baby? Do you like your name? Jameson Zachary Merrick?”
The baby let out the littlest of squeks when Zack said this.
“I take that as a yes.”
"Jameson it it," I say with a giggle.
JAMESON ZACHARY MERRICK

DOB: APRIL 20, 2015

WEIGHT: 5 POUNDS 10 OUNCES

LENGTH: 19 INCHES We laid in the room all night just staring at this little human. As I begin to fall asleep on Zack I hear him whisper to me, “thank you for the best gift I have ever received Cali.”

Notes

Hope you enjoyed the long chapter. Thanks for sticking with me.
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