CHELSEA PART 2

I really didn't know how to take the way I was being treated. Before I knew it, Clint's sister called also. Before we were done, she told me "He's over you, get over it." I couldn't believe he was so weak that he would do exactly what we had been fighting about for nearly 6 years.
Clint wanted me to move into an apartment up the street from his parents house. I agreed. But while I was thinking about it, I realized that there was no damned good reason for me to do anything for him! I called up my Grandmother and borrowed enough money to rent a uhaul and get my stuff and get the hell out of there. I came to Washington to stay with my mom. When Clint got home from the hospital, I was gone. Over the next month, he called me and begged me to come home. He claimed that he didnt' remember doing any of the stuff that I was telling him. And refused to believe that his family would do that to me.
I was alone and seven months pregnant. I agreed to go home. I borrowed more money and packed my things again, and went home. When I got there, Clint laughed in my face and told me I was not moving back in. That he never said he wanted me to move back in. He just didn't want me two states away with his child. So, again I had to call my Grandmother and borrow money so I could get an apartment.
Amazingly enough, my pregnancy was going great. I had always been nervous with my past history. But by the end, I had only gained 19 lbs. and my blood pressure was great.
I had to quite going to Clint's to see him because on one of my trips to his house, I had a run in with Donny (his best friend). He proceeded to tell me that I was a no good rotten bitch if I kept Clint out of the delivery room. It was his right to witness his child being born. He got up in my face and almost hit me. All Clint did was get up and go to the other side of the room. I was pissed. I left. By the time I got home, I started having contractions. I had to settle down. It wasn't time yet. Later in the month, Clint told me he wanted to get back together, but he needed some time. He felt we would be back together when the baby was born.
When the day finally came, I had my sister go get Clint. Six hours into the labor. I had repeatedly told the nurses that it didnt' feel right. They kept telling me every labor was different. I argued with them a little. But ultimately, I felt they had to know what they were talking about. When my Dr. finally got there, He looked me over, checked me and then left the room. Clint followed. I found our a few minutes later that I was being taken to OR for an emergency C section.
I became frightened. I didn't know what was going on. As we wheeled near the OR door, the Dr. told Clint to give me a kiss and tell me he loved me. I just looked up at him and told him I was sorry it had happened again. The last thing I remember is the nurse holding my hand and telling me it was going to be ok. She had died from umbllical cord strangulation. When I woke up in recovery I remember seeing my cousin. But it was like a dream. When I woke again, I was in a room. My friends were there. They told me that I woke up, looked at them, told them "she's gone"
They told me "We know it's gonna be ok"
Then they told me that I turned my head, closed my eyes and my heart stopped.
I guess it was a miracle that I was even there at all. Clint was sitting next to me, crying, and his mom was standing over me holding my hand. I wanted to scream for that bitch to get out of my room. Looks like, again, she got just what she wanted. She never wanted Chelsea and now she was gone.
As time went by, I got a little better. I had to finally tell Clint to kick rocks because I found out he had been seeing someone else.
Clint has since married little miss thing. He has a daughter that, by the way, nearly died from the same thing that took my Chelsea from me.
He is unhappy. He will not speak of her (his wife) in mixed company and no one ever sees him with her.
I on the other hand have also recently gotten married. I am very happy. You can see more on this portion of my life in my wedding page. The ending of this kind of leaves it hanging. But that is because Chelsea's parents' story is over. But Chelsea's mommy's story has just begun......................