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Child Brides of India
By C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 81: And Babies Make Five (MFfg, rom, cons, no
sex)
All three of my wives were really enjoying America. We'd
taken a two-day sightseeing excursion to Washington D. C.,
mostly for Monaavi's sake but we all had a good time. We
also went to Williamsburg, Va. and a few other tourist attractions.
In early August, Monaavi and I took a tour of the
Greater
Baltimore Medical Center, where her Stateside OB/GYN
conducted his deliveries. just in case she had to deliver
unexpectedly. She immediately fell in love with the
facilities. Modern combination labor/birthing rooms, the
ability to have family present for the birth, the
friendliness of the staff, in addition to the fact that if
the twins were born here they'd be American citizens,
sparked an unexpected family discussion.
After dinner that night, Monaavi made the comment,
"I
really like the hospital here and you know, if the girls
were born here, they'd be American citizens."
We all looked at each other and Mom said, "What
about
school? Priya starts class the first week of September and
the younger girls need to get back to their studies?"
"I know Mom," Monaavi conceded, "It's
just a wish. I know
realistically it can't happen, but I just wish it could that's all."
"Priya?" Mom asked, "What's your take on
this?"
"Well," Priya started, "The way I see it,
the biggest
problem will be with Leeya and Attiya. I could take a
semester off and still graduate early, but what of the girls?"
Leeya cut in with, "I could work real hard and make
up the
work, but what about 'Tiya, will she fall behind?"
Putting in my two cents I injected, "If we DID
stay, it
would probably be November or early December before we got
back. Monaavi, you deliver in early October and you'll need
at least six weeks recovery time and probably that much
time for the babies to be ready to travel."
Monaavi started crying and said, "I know, it was
just a
thought that's all. Kind of a 'thinking out loud' wish list."
"What about your mother?" Mom suddenly asked,
"Can she work
with Attiya until you get back? You said she's the one that
taught you to love children."
"I don't know," Monaavi answered with sniffle.
"I never
thought about her teaching but she's good with kids and
she's college educated, maybe she could."
We just looked at each other for a few silent moments
when
Mom said, "Well, call her! It'll be morning there, maybe she'll be
home."
Leeya leapt to her feet, ran and grabbed the cordless then
returned to the table, handing the phone to Monaavi. After
dialing the number, we waited to see if Hindi or Ravi would
pick up. Sitting silent, we could all hear the phone ring
five times when Monaavi said, "Hello, Momma?"
After putting Hindi at ease and telling her she and the
babies were fine, she asked her mother about teaching
Attiya for a few months. They spoke back and forth for
about ten minutes when Monaavi got a beaming smile on her
face, nodding yes quickly as her mother spoke. After
discussing the preliminaries, Monaavi told her she'd call
her later with the particulars and after saying their
parting "I love you's" and salaams, disconnected.
Monaavi set the phone down, jumped to her feet and
danced
around the table singing, "My babies are gonna be Americans!"
Priya and Leeya were the first to embrace her, dancing
right along with her. Mom got into the act before the
expectant father was allowed to jump in.
Over the next two weeks, Priya changed her registration,
putting off returning to school for a semester, and Monaavi
filled her mother in on Attiya's lesson plans. We went for
Monaavi's bi-monthly checkup and her doctor was surprised
but happy to hear she wanted to deliver here and had his
secretary have Monaavi pre-admitted to GBMC.
When September rolled around, Monaavi began Leeya's
lessons
again and we were all getting anxious as her time
approached. Monaavi would talk with her Mom once a week to
review and set up Attiya's lesson plan and things seemed to
be working out fine.
The last Thursday in September the weather was great:
warm
but in the seventies with a nice breeze, so the three girls
and I decided to go to Baltimore's Inner Harbor. We were
walking along the colonnade about noon when Monaavi
suddenly stopped and gasped. I looked over and her jeans
suddenly darkened and it looked like she'd peed herself.
Feeling embarrassed for her, I removed my jacket and put it
around her waist and she said, "It's time, I think my water
just broke. I know I didn't pee myself."
PANIC!!!!!!
"W-W-WHAT'D YOU SAY?" I stuttered.
Leeya was jumping up and down clapping, almost yelling,
"Oh
goody, goody, goody! We're gonna have a baby!"
Priya was in as much shock as I was and just stared at
Monaavi slack-jawed. "Are you sure?" she asked to confirm.
"Uh huh" Monaavi beamed, "And it's
running down my legs,
let's hurry!"
Cradling her watermelon belly with her hands, we started
walking to the car. A gazillion thoughts were spinning in
my head at the same time and I couldn't think straight…
thoughts like: "Will I faint, she's gonna deliver, I'm
gonna be a daddy, diapers, bottles, breast pumps, midnight
feedings, two screaming girls---GIRLS! LITTLE BOYS- with
DICKS! THREE virginities to protect, clothes- "Daddy, I
don't have a thing to wear!" The bathroom: I'll have to
make an appointment to even SEE one again! Cat fights,
periods, cramps, PMS!!!! OHMYGOD1111
"Well," Monaavi asked as she waddled,
"Aren't you gonna say
something?"
"Huh?" I mumbled as I came back to reality.
"Yeah great!
Let's go have some babies!"
I thought to myself, "You're such a pussy! You've
already
got three wives: what can three daughters do to you, fool!"
I just remembered that Monaavi's hospital bag with all
her
things including a digital video and still camera was still
at home, next to our bedroom door. I called Mom and she
shrieked when I told her Monaavi's water broke and that we
were on the way to the hospital, to call Dad and meet us
there with Monaavi's things.
It was a good ten-minute walk to the car and another
forty-
five-minute drive to the hospital.
I called Monaavi's
doctor and told the secretary what'd happened and that we'd
see him there. She said he had another delivery, was
already at the hospital and that she'd page him, letting
him know we were on our way.
We arrived at the Maternity wing of the hospital at
about
one-twenty. The entrance is a "U" shaped drive that offered
valet parking so I left the motor running, everyone exited
the car and we went to the registration desk. We gave the
receptionist Monaavi's name and they whisked us into the
delivery ward, putting Monaavi in delivery room ten.
Gosh! The room looked like a four-star hotel room with a
wall of fine wooden cabinets, a sitting room, bathroom and
a hospital bed with all the electronic medical equipment on
the wall surrounding the bed.
Her assigned nurse's name was Cathy. Cathy helped
Monaavi
get undressed and into a hospital gown, started an IV, and
hooked up fetal monitors to Monaavi's stomach. Suddenly, we
could here two heartbeats filling the room. The monitor
showed one baby with a heart rate of 109 and the other 111.
Now we wait…
Dr. Simpson came in dressed in scrubs and greeted us
with a
smile. He examined Monaavi, her water definitely had broken
and she was dilated about two centimeters, told Cathy to
start a Petossin drip and said, "Well, we may be here a
while, so try to get some rest: you're gonna need it. If
the pain gets to be too much to bear, call Cathy and we'll
get your epidural started, OK?"
Monaavi was as cool as a cucumber and nodded with a
smile.
Me, I was a total wreck inside, shaking and sweat starting
to appear on my brow. Hell, I was now starting to get cramps!
"Relax," Monaavi said as she patted my hand,
"I'm the one
that's gonna have to do all the work. Be strong Sean, I
need you to be strong for me."
Just hearing those words seemed to have an immediate
calming effect on me and I replied softly with a smile,
"We're in this together and I'll be there for you every step of the
way."
Monaavi smiled and closing her eyes answered,
"Good. I'm
gonna try and get some rest."
Mom showed up with Monaavi's bag about an hour later
huffing and puffing from rushing to get here. Dad followed
her by about ten minutes. Monaavi heard Mom come in and she
opened her eyes and smiled as Mom hugged her saying, "Well
Sweetie, this is it. After today, you'll really have your
hands full for the rest of your life. How you doing?'
"The contractions," Monaavi answered,
"Are getting stronger
and I think I'll have to ask for the epidural soon. It really hurts a
lot."
I gave Monaavi some ice chips and repeatedly wiped her
face
with a cool washcloth. I thought that if I could relax her,
she might feel better so I started massaging her feet. She
tilted her head back with a smile and responded with
"Mmmmm's" and it seemed to do the trick for a while, but
after an hour she called for the "juice."
About twenty minutes after her epidural went in, Monaavi
relaxed a lot. She'd drift in and out of a light sleep as
her labor progressed. We'd been here five hours and she'd
dilated to six centimeters: God! Four centimeters to go!
Dr. Simpson would come in periodically and check her,
telling her, "I know this seems slow, but you're delivering
pretty quickly for your first time: some women are in labor
for up to 24 hours with the first… sometimes longer."
The nurses had changed shifts and Monaavi's new nurse
was
Miko, a young Japanese about Monaavi's age. At nine-thirty,
Miko came in to check on Monaavi and acted calm, but
pressed a button on the heart monitor and printed out a
strip. She called Dr. Simpson and asked him to come in
right away. She did it with such calmness we didn't think anything of it.
Dr. Simpson came in, looked at the strip and examined
Monaavi again. She said to her, "You're only dilated about
nine and a half centimeters but we need to start delivering now."
"Why?" I asked worried.
"Well," he answered calmly, "One of the
baby's heart rate
is down to about 96 and we don't want any problems. It
could be nothing; just the stress of delivery or it might
be something else. We want two healthy girls right, so
let's do this now."
Miko called in another nurse and in a flash, this "hotel
room" morphed into a mini operating room. The huge light
was pulled from a panel in the ceiling, they removed the
footboard of the bed and it now became a table with
stirrups, and as the new nurse readied the bed and
everything, Miko helped Dr. Simpson get into surgical dress.
After putting Monaavi's legs in the stirrups, her entire
body from the waist down was exposed. Dad stood dazed for a
moment then blurted out "Oops! I better leave!"
Monaavi said "Wait Dad! There's no shame in
bringing forth
life, stay. Stay and represent my parents and watch your
grandchildren take their first breaths."
"You sure?" he asked to verify.
"Only if you want to Dad," Monaavi replied
through her
panting, "I know where your heart is and your eyes will be
on life, not my nudity."
Dad replied, "Well, OK, I'll tape everything for
you if you want."
"Perfect," Monaavi answered with a smile.
Mom came to stand next to the bed on Monaavi's left and
said, "I'll help. Sean, you stand on the right and hold her foot
up."
Dr. Simpson took a seat between Monaavi's legs and
instructed her, saying, "Now when the next contraction
begins, I'll say push. Hold your legs behind your thighs.
When you push, push for the count of ten and relax. Sean,
you count out the seconds for her. Coaches, while she's
pushing, help her by holding her legs back. Ready?"
Monaavi nodded as she grimaced through a contraction
hooting air as she breathed. When the next contraction
came, he said, "Push!"
Mom and I pulled back on Monaavi's feet, her face
scrunched
up with exertion, eyes squeezed tightly shut as tears
rolled down her temples and she grunted out her push as I
counted. This process of pushing and relaxing went on for
about twenty minutes. My stomach hurt so bad it felt like I
was in labor with her, I was exhausted and I wanted to cry
thinking about what Monaavi must be feeling: she probably
felt a thousand times worse!
I continued to wipe her face with a cloth and give her
ice
chips between contractions and my beautiful little wife
never cried once. She was in a zone and totally focused on
delivering her babies with a courage that made me feel like
such a child for internally complaining about my physical state.
After forty-five minutes of pushing, I saw Monaavi's
vaginal opening spread: first the size of a golf ball then
progress to a tennis ball. After a few more contractions, I
could see a small black spot of wet, matted black hair
appear, then disappear again as her contraction receded.
About ten minutes later, I saw my daughter's head start
to
emerge. Her head came out face down and once her head was
out to the neck, Dr Simpson, moving with calm but lightning
speed, stuck his finger under her neck and pulled the cord
out, unwrapping it from her neck: my God! The umbilical
cord was wrapped around her neck. He then turned her face
up and I could see her face scrunched up with eyes tightly
closed in a grimace. He suctioned out her mouth, then as
Monaavi's contraction started again, he began to tilt her
head downward as her top shoulder emerged. Once out, he
tilted her up as her lower shoulder emerged. Once Cinny's
shoulders were out, He gently pulled her out to her hips.
She began crying to beat the band once her chest expanded
to take her first breath. When Dr. Simpson pulled her hips
out, she kinda just squirted out into his cradling arms
kicking, flailing and crying lustily.
When Monaavi heard Cinny cry for the first time, she
gave a
loud panted laugh and said, "Praise God! I have brought forth life!"
Every one was crying and laughing at the same time. I
breathed in a huge breath of relief as he clamped off the
cord. Miko handed me a pair of scissors and said, "Here
Poppa, cut the cord."
With shaking hands, I cut the cord and now my daughter was
free. She squirmed, kicked and cried out at the top of her
tiny lungs as she was handed off to Miko and whisked to a
warming table next to the bed where she was given the Apgar
test: 9 at one minute and a 10 after five minutes I might add.
I wanted desperately to see her but Lizzy was waiting to
make HER arrival. Monaavi's contractions began again and
Dr. Simpson asked her, "Well, shall we proceed and get her sister
out?"
With renewed vigor at having delivered Cinny, Monaavi
smiled and hooted, "I'm ready!"
Dr, Simpson put his hand inside Monaavi and said,
"She's
breech: she'll come out feet first."
This was the reverse of Cinny's. I saw her tiny toes
poke
out and Dr. Simpson gently took both of her feet and gently
pulled. First her calves then her thighs appeared. He
gently pulled again and her hips emerged then slowly being
pulled out to her armpits. With gentle firmness he gave
Lizzy's legs another pull and she squirted out with her
hands above her head. It looked like she came out as if
watching a dive into the water in reverse. As he cradled
her in his lap, he suctioned out her mouth and she too
began to scream bloody murder as she kicked and squirmed.
She too was handed off to another nurse who placed her in a
second awaiting warmer. Her Apgar results were the same as Cinny's.
When Monaavi heard Liz cry, she slumped back on the bed
sobbing in joy, exhausted from her ordeal. Mom and I put
her feet back down in the stirrups and heaved a sigh of
relief, crying with joy. I enfolded Monaavi's face in my
arms and kissed her tenderly as we both wept for joy at
becoming new parents.
Miko brought Cinny over and placed her on Monaavi's
chest.
She was absolutely beautiful! She had a full head of blue-
black curly hair, huge dark brown eyes with Monaavi's small
ears. She had Monaavi's beauty mark in the same spot: under
her left ear. Her complexion was just a tad darker than
Monaavi's from what I could tell because she was a light
pink, alert and looking around.
Dad had set the camera down and was now in the sitting
room
crying in the chair. Monaavi pulled the top of her gown
down and put Cinny to breast and she immediately began to suckle.
Priya and Leeya came to stand next to the bed crying and
stroked Cinny's body as she nursed. We giggled when the
other nurse brought Lizzy over and we laughed as Monaavi
tried to reposition Cinny so she could nurse both girls at
the same time. After a few shuffles, both girls were
content and sucking languidly. Lizzy was identical to Cinny
except her birthmark was under her right ear. Miko
commented, "They may be mirror twins."
Monaavi asked puzzled, "What are mirror
twins?"
"They're twins, Miko explained, "That are a
mirror image of
each other. Like with the birthmarks, one may be right-
handed while the other is left. When they're older if you
set them facing each other, they would be like a mirror
reflection of the other."
"At least," Dr. Simpson commented with a
chuckle as she
finished sewing a slight tear on Monaavi's vaginal opening,
"You can immediately tell the two apart!"
After the dust settled, we learned the girl's
statistics:
Cinny was nine and seven-eighths inches long and weighed
five pound four ounces, while Lizzy was ten inches exactly
and weighed five pounds six ounces; born exactly nine
minutes apart. Dr. Simpson said they'd keep the girls in
the hospital for about a week at the most and monitor them.
Being delivered at thirty-seven weeks, they were considered
full term but they wanted to observe their breathing,
feeding and bowel movements before letting them go home.
After nursing about ten minutes, both babies were asleep
and everyone took turns holding the tiny, miniature girls
and tenderly showering them with butterfly kisses. I
silently cried as I held Cinny in my arms. She was so very
tiny she could practically fit in my one hand. I watched
her make funny faces as she slept and awed by the miracle
of bringing this new life into the world, it was the most
humbling of experiences. Seeing this tiny child, her tiny
fingers with fingernails no bigger than the capital "O" on
a computer screen made me realize there IS a living God.
Only God could fashion something this miraculous, this
beautiful with such perfection!
For some reason, Monaavi had a craving for chocolate
cake
after her ordeal. Priya and Leeya went to the cafeteria to
oblige their sister's craving. Mom was holding Monaavi,
thanking her for bringing Cinny and Liz's memory to life.
It was a very moving and heartfelt moment.
Dad was totally overcome with emotion, crying as we
hugged.
We kept the babies for about another hour, taking turns
holding them before the nurses took them to the nursery for
a bath and a check-up. As they were wheeling Monaavi to her
room with everyone in tow, Miko said that once Monaavi was
in her room and the girls were finished in the nursery,
they'd bring the babies back and they could remain with her.
It was almost one am when Monaavi got settled into her
room. Although not wanting to leave, Mom and Dad told Priya
and Leeya that they should go and let Monaavi rest. With
tearful goodnights, everyone gave Monaavi their salaams and
kisses goodnight and left.
The night nurse, Pamela, brought our squeaky clean, pink
little sleeping angels back about two am. She told us that
the girls might be able to go home in a couple of days and
that they were doing great. She asked me if I had car seats
and I replied, "Oops, forgot all about 'em. No I haven't
purchased them yet."
"Well," She informed us, "You'd better
get them because by
law, we can't let the babies leave unless you have an
approved car seat for each child and its installation has
been checked and verified by a nurse. Sorry but that's the law."
Looking at Monaavi I sighed and said, "I'm sorry
Sweetheart, I forgot all about 'em."
"That's OK," she encouraged, "Just call
Mom in the morning
and she can pick them up and bring them tomorrow when she visits."
I lay down on the sofa next to Monaavi's bed (after I
got
kicked out of her bed by the nurse) as Monaavi and our
daughters slept, and finally fell off to sleep, exhausted.
At four that morning, Lizzy woke up crying, demanding to
be
fed. Like peas in a pod, Cinny made her voice heard about
ten minutes later and Monaavi had one child at each breast
sucking greedily.
About ten am, a lactation specialist came in and gave
Monaavi the finer points of breastfeeding while I went and
got some breakfast. I called Mom and she said she'd pick up
the car seats and that they'd be installed later. We filled
out all the forms for the birth certificates and social
security cards about eleven. We also ordered the hospital
photos of the girls.
Mom, Priya and Leeya arrived about noon, just as they
were
bringing Monaavi's lunch. I left the women to kibitz while
I took Mom's car keys, retrieved the car seats from Mom's
car and transferred them to mine. She'd bought each of them
top of the line Eddie Bauer seats.
Returning to the room, Priya gave me a change of clothes
and a shaving bag. I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself
up with a shave, sponge bath and changed clothes.
Unless the babies were hungry, they slept through
everything! Priya, Leeya and Mom took turns holding,
fondling and toying with them as they slept and just made faces.
Later that night, Monaavi developed a slight fever, so
she
stayed in the hospital an additional two days. On the third
day, Dr. Simpson came in about nine am and said, "Well, the
babies have had their ear tests, physicals and Hepatitis
vaccines and you can take them home today. Make an
appointment with your pediatrician and then I want to see
you in six weeks. Good luck with the twins: you'll need it!"
He said goodbye and soon a nurse came in with Monaavi's
discharge slip and instructions. I went and buckled the car
seats in the back seat and returned to the room. I called
Mom and told her we'd be home around eleven. We changed the
girls' diapers and as Monaavi got dressed, I dressed each
of my little angels in pretty little frilly dresses with
the matching booties Mom had brought and we were soon ready
to go. We waited about ten minutes for a nurse to escort us
out: Monaavi in a wheelchair and me pushing one of the
basinets with another nurse pushing the other.
The valet brought the car around and I gave him a fifty.
I
started to pick up Cinny when the nurse stopped me and
said, "No, No. Not yet, I've got to verify you're the
babies' real parents first."
She checked the ankle bands on both girls, checked
Monaavi's bracelet and finally mine saying, "NOW you can
put your daughters in the car."
I took Cinny from her basinet, buckled her in and
checked
the belt tightness: good - two fingers worth of slack. I
next did the same with Lizzy as the nurse checked
everything with Cinny. After getting the OK from the nurse,
she politely said good luck, goodbye, and left. I helped
Monaavi into the car and we headed for home.
The next two weeks were exhausting. Sleepless nights and
feedings, dirty diapers, dirty clothes, and baths: all I
wanted to do was sleep! Even with Mom, Priya and Leeya
helping, it was STILL a chore taking care of twins: how
does one woman with only a husband do it???
Leeya was the one that impressed me the most. Single-
handedly, she quietly took over almost total care of Tina
without a word. It was as if she just knew what had to be
done and that Tina needed our care also. I watched her as
she cared for our older daughter and wept silently with
pride at her innate ability to mother a child only a year
and a half younger than she. I also felt suddenly guilty by
the fact that simply because we now had two more children
to care for, Tina needed me, us, just as much as Cinny or Lizzy.
After about three weeks, the twins settled into a
scheduled
routine and slept at night from about eleven to four am:
whew! Monaavi just seemed to glow as she cradled one,
sometimes both girls in her arms. She began exercising and
doing her Kegels, wanting to regain her pre-pregnancy
figure, except now with a 34C bustline.
About two months later, Priya and I were talking one
evening when she suddenly started to cry. I asked her what
was wrong and at first she wouldn't say. Finally after some
sweet cajoling, I coaxed it out of her.
Priya started with, "I'm overjoyed by the fact that
we now
have Cinny and Lizzy and also that Monaavi's dream of
becoming a mother has come true. It's just that I'm a
little sad that I couldn't have borne your first child."
I felt crushed! In empathy I replied, "I kinda had
the same
feeling when Monaavi got pregnant, but you told me that was
what you wanted, I acquiesced and did as you asked. Do you
now regret it?"
"No," Priya answered, "I truly believe
that we, including
me, made the right decision. Will you love my brown baby as
much as you do Cinny and Lizzy?"
"Oh Priya!" I sighed, "I fell in love
with your chocolate
complexion and you're my soul mate. I will love our child
as much as I love ALL my children: brown or white! I've
always dreamed of a tiny chocolate colored little girl just like you."
"REALLY?" Priya asked surprised, "You
really mean that?"
Kissing her I assured her, "With all my
heart!"
"What if it's a boy?" she asked.
"With my good looks he'll be more handsome that
Denzel
Washington." I replied.
"(Sniffle) I love you, Sean!" my love said
sweetly, "Thanks
for reassuring me. Now, I can wait in peace and without
worry. As soon as my studies are finished, I want to get pregnant."
"Whenever you're ready Sweetheart," I
promised, "Just say
the word. In the meantime, we can have some fun practicing."
"Letch," she giggled.
"Harlot," I retorted.
After some necking and playful cuddling, everything
seemed
back to normal.
Monaavi stuck close to home because she had become a
walking human Guernsey cow. Besides feeding, she was also
pumping and if she didn't express, she'd leak all down the
front of her blouse. On one particular night, she was
crying in bed and Priya heard her. It was Leeya's night and
Priya knocked on my door and asked me to come to Monaavi's room.
Upon seeing Monaavi crying, I asked her what was wrong.
She
said her breasts were engorged and the pain was almost
unbearable. I felt her breasts and they were as rock hard
as an over pressurized basketball and very hot to the touch.
She said that pumping doesn't express milk completely
like
a suckling baby and that with the babies just fed an hour
ago, she wanted me to suckle and relieve her distress.
Priya and Leeya began to giggle when Mom walked in and
asked what was wrong. After the explanation, Mom quipped,
"A daddy's job is never done. Help her out, it's far better
than changing a shitty diaper."
She turned with a chuckle and left. Priya and Leeya
stood
with covered mouths, giggling. Monaavi had a cute smirk on
her face and asked like a little girl, "Please?"
"Well," Priya asked, "Are you gonna do it
or not?"
"What," I asked in return, "With an
audience?"
"Oh," Leeya quipped, as she nudged Priya,
"The letch is
shy. I'd let you suck my milk, if I had any (Giggle)."
"Me too," Priya added.
Having the uncanny feeling this was going to become a
tradition, I turned to look at Monaavi. She smiled coyly
and pulled the sheet down and exposed her red-hot melons.
Well, let me tell you - if you think getting milk from a
granite hard breast is easy, you've got another thing
coming! I put my mouth over her entire areola and began to
lightly suck: nothing.
I sucked harder: still nothing.
I sucked in even harder…
"OW!" Monaavi cried out as she pulled away,
"What are you
trying to do, eat my nipple?"
"WHAT?" I asked confused, "You're
supposed to suck aren't you?"
"No silly" Mommy instructed, "Geez, even
a newborn baby
knows that. Gently put your lips around the areola and
compress it with your lips as you suck. Squeezing the
areola, drawing it out and sucking at the same time
expresses the milk. Now don't be so rough, they're tender."
Putting my thumb in my mouth I playfully said,
"Yeth Mommy."
Monaavi cooed as she cupped her breast, "That's a
good boy,
now come here and make Mommy feel better."
I lowered my mouth to the task and did as instructed.
Surprisingly it worked, but not much milk came out. It took
me a couple of minutes to get the technique and timing down
but soon I was drinking like a suckling pig, but it was a
lotta work. I had to stop several times because my mouth
was getting sore. Monaavi would squeeze her breast in
different spots to force the milk from the restricted milk
ducts as I sucked, and her breast started to soften.
Leeya came over and said, "Let me try, what's it
taste
like? I wanna taste."
"NO!" Monaavi shot back, "You're not
sucking my breast! Are
you crazy?"
"Why not?" Leeya asked, "I'm thirsty and
you said you'd be
my mommy… Mommy."
"Leeya," Monaavi chided, "You're not my
husband and you're
pushing the limits here a little aren't you?"
"Gosh," Leeya said shyly, "All I wanted
was a taste."
"Here," Monaavi offered.
I released my mouth and Monaavi manually squeezed out
some
onto her finger. She put it to Leeya's mouth and Leeya
sucked in Monaavi's finger smacking her lips as she sampled.
Priya asked, "What's it taste like Leeya?"
"It's sweet," Leeya said with a smile,
"Can I have some more?"
"No you can't have some more," Monaavi
scolded, "Ok, come here."
Leeya thought Monaavi was going to offer her her breast
but
as she leaned in, Monaavi said, "Open your mouth."
"Leeya obeyed and Monaavi gave her squirt right in
the
mouth and said, "There, that's it!"
Leeya thanked her softly and said, "It really IS
sweet."
Priya wanted in the act and said, "My turn
please."
Monaavi shook her head, sighed then said, "OK,
here, just
one taste."
Priya sampled the fluid in her mouth and blushed saying,
"It is sweet, it tastes like a mother's love."
Monaavi blushed, then recovering, asked jokingly,
"OK now,
the breast milk tasting party is over, now can I get some
relief in peace?"
Giggling, the girls left me to feast in peace. I was put
off by the idea when Monaavi first asked me to do this, but
it somehow made me feel closer to her. It ended up being a
very moving experience for me when I started on her other
breast as she lovingly cradled my head in her arms.
When I finished, I looked up at her and she was crying,
She
smiled softly and whispered, "I love you, Sean! With my
whole heart and soul, I love you!"
I kissed her tenderly and softly replied, "I'm so
grateful
you let me do this for you. Words cannot express what you
mean to me."
"You didn't say it with words," she answered
sweetly, "I
have two beautiful daughters to prove it. Now go, go to
Leeya, and again, thank you."
"My pleasure, Mommy," I replied lovingly.
We really wanted to stay for the holidays but Monaavi
was
concerned for Attiya and wanted to return to India. When I
tried to get reservations for five, there weren't any
flights open until January so Dad arranged for a charter
jet and we readied to leave the first week in November.
Mom and Dad said they'd fly over and spend the holidays
with us. Mom said, "There's no way I'm missing my
grandbabies first Thanksgiving and Christmas, no way!"
On the third of November we took off, flying back to
India.
We said our sad goodbyes and Mom was tearfully reluctant to
let her little princesses go.
As we lifted off into the clouds, I remembered proposing
to
Monaavi on Thanksgiving night almost a year ago and was
silently amazed.
"God," I thought to myself as I looked at my
two sleeping
angels, "Last time we were flying back to India, Emmy was
with us with a hope of marriage. This past year I have
endured the pain of her death…
And experienced God's promised blessings of healing with
the miracle of life."
Continued in Chapter 82…
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