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Child Brides of India
By: C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 85: Priya Delivers (MFfg, rom, cons, oral,
anal))
"What?" Priya asked Monaavi, amazed, "Did
I hear you right:
let LEEYA help breastfeed Malina? How?"
"Well…" looking at Mom she replied as she got
a devilish
smirk on her face, "It's a wicked thought but it might
work. Leeya wants to be pregnant, right?"
"Oh goody, goody," Leeya giggled, "I'm
beginning to like
THIS idea already!"
"Hold your eggs little one," Mom warned,
"It ain't what you
think. I think what Monaavi's thinking is that if Monaavi
can be induced to lactate, why not Leeya? She's developing
breasts; it might work for her too. That way, she can
experience a part of motherhood without the swollen belly.
She could contribute an ounce or two don't you think?"
"No!" I said emphatically, "She's ten and
a half. She's
only got puffy nipples for tits, her body is just starting
to develop and we don't know what harm an overdose of
hormones will cause. What if it accelerates her puberty?
There are just too many unknown variables to consider."
Shaking my head, I reiterated, "No, I won't allow
it."
"Pleeeez Sean?" Leeya whined.
"Look Leeya," I said sternly to her, "As
your husband, it's
my responsibility to protect you, and that means to protect
your health. Going through puberty, your body is in a very
delicate, unstable state right now. What would you do if
this resulted in problems that prevented you from having a
child later on? What would you do then? And for what: to
produce milk and breastfeed a baby? It's just not worth it."
"Sean's right Sweetie," Mom agreed, "It
was a stupid, hair-
brained idea. We shouldn't even have brought it up."
"Darn!" Leeya pouted, "Why can't I be a
few years older!"
I also added, just to make myself perfectly clear,
"And
there'll be hell to pay if any of you helps her accomplish
this behind my back!"
"Sean!" Priya cut in, "We would NEVER
defy you, you should
know that. You said no, and no it is."
"Good." I answered, "Just so we
understand each other."
"I have just one question," Monaavi asked
looking at me.
"What?" I replied.
Monaavi asked, "Would it be OK to try to
"coax" her body to
lactate?"
"How?" I asked with suspicion, "This
oughta be good."
"If Leeya used a breast pump," Monaavi asked,
"Would that
still meet with your disapproval?"
"But why go through all this bullshit!" I
asked frustrated,
"I mean, what's the point? Why, all of a sudden, is it a
big deal for Leeya to breastfeed? It all seems so stupid to me!"
I must have gotten Monaavi's dandruff up because she
shot
back angrily, "I asked you a simple question as a "what
if," and you go ballistic! You have no idea how hard Leeya
has always worked her butt off helping to raise YOUR
children! She works as hard as ANY adult mother. Who do you
think took care of a forty-pound five year-old single-
handedly at six when your twins were born? She's changed
more diapers, held more bottles and been thrown up on a
whole lot more than you ever will! You strut around with
your chest out, bragging about your kids, but she's served
you faithfully without uttering a word or asking for your praise."
Getting her second wind Monaavi continued her tirade
shaking her finger at me, "You think that just because
she's ten, she's just a child but you better think again
buster, she's more of a mother than many who've born their
own children. You say you're thinking of her health, and
you are to a degree and we agree about the drugs, but what
about all those three am feedings when you slept as she
woke and did for me in love and STILL did her studies and
tutored YOUR children! I was just thinking that if it was
possible for her to share in one of the rewards of
motherhood, it would be a small payment for all she's done
for us and she'll continue to do for Priya and her own
children when it's time. It's Ok for her to be woman enough
to fuck and take your seven inches up her ass but she's not
old enough to nourish a baby: you sanctimonious asshole!"
Ouch! Those weren't cactus thorns, more like a spitting
cobra! I sat looking at four women (Leeya was crying) who
were genuinely pissed at me and Monaavi was right. I hung
my head, not knowing what to say when Monaavi calmed down
and said more civilly, "Look Sean, I'm sorry I got so
crude, but you know as well as we do how much having a
child means to her. Just let her try, if she can't lactate,
then so be it, but if she can, let her experience it.
What's the harm in that?"
"You're right," I admitted, "Leeya, if
you can do it
naturally, then I have no objections but again, no drugs!"
Leeya bolted from the chair squealing with delight,
wrapped
her arms around me and laying kisses all over my face
exclaimed, "Oh thank you, thank you Sean! Thanks for
letting me try!"
"Humph" I noted, "If there's six titties
feeding this
child, she be as big as a cow by the time she's one! She'll
never be able to drink it all."
"Oh well," Mom sighed with a coy smile,
"A father's work is
never done is it?"
Priya did call her OB/GYN the next morning and discussed
the idea of Monaavi being Priya's "wet nurse" with him. He
said that it could easily be accomplished and that it's
done all the time with adoptive mothers, especially with a
woman whose breastfed before. He mailed Monaavi a
prescription for a new birth control pill, Ortho 1/35 and
one for Domperidone in two strengths: one 10 mg. and the
other 20 mg. Later on, she would start taking the herbs
Fenugeek Seed and Blessed Thistle Herb along with breast
massage and pumping.
Dr. Simpson told Monaavi that we could find the
Domperidone
at several compounding pharmacies in the US and that we'd
have to go online to find one. It's an anti-nausea drug for
people with upper gastrointestinal problems and has the
side effect of producing prolactin, a milk-producing
hormone. Although not FDA approved, it's can be legally
prescribed and is approved by the American Academy of
Pediatrics for this purpose. The change in birth control
pill has an increased level of progesterone (which promotes
lactation). He directed us to several induced lactation
sites including La Leche for directions and help.
To prevent an unnecessary shock to her body and for the
best results, Dr. Simpson recommended what's called the
"regular protocol." It would take about five to six months
and she could be producing milk when Malina is delivered
which meant that Monaavi would have to start this protocol
as soon as we could obtain the necessary drugs. He faxed a
consent form to be given to the hospital authorizing
Monaavi to nurse Priya's newborn child.
Monaavi started her drug regimen a week later. I
purchased
two Medula breast pumps from the hospital: one for Monaavi
and one for Leeya. Priya, Monaavi and Leeya teamed up and
downloaded some all-natural induced lactation techniques.
Leeya began to use a double breast pump for seven minutes
every five hours to start with.
As with Monaavi, Priya was continually rubbed down with
cocoa butter and, except for a few at the base of her
breasts, the stretch marks were minimal.
As Priya's pregnancy progressed and her stomach started
to
swell, she had the same problems all pregnant women suffer:
leg cramps, especially at night when she'd wake up
screaming with a charley horse, backache, tender ribs and
fatigue but because of her small frame it seemed to affect her more.
Through it all, she remained cheerful, happy and
expectant
anticipating giving birth. She didn't let it affect her
studies either and she maintained her grade level of 4.0.
There was many a night where Tina, Leeya or one of us was
giving her a leg or foot massage (and of course, the toe
sucking pussy doing his job) while she studied. Again, this
was a "family" pregnancy.
I find there is something about a glowing pregnant woman
that is extremely sexy and truly beautiful. Priya looked
absolutely beautiful pregnant! Her skin was flawless, the
cocoa butter making it silky smooth and her hair thickened
and really shone. She walked proudly with her swollen belly
thrust out as she began to lean back more when she walked,
shifting her center of gravity. From the back, she didn't
even look pregnant: it was as if the only thing that grew
was her stomach, and breasts slightly. I couldn't believe
that the tiny little girl growing in Priya's little pot was
of normal size. Priya's belly looked like a tiny swollen
soccer ball and it seemed to me that the little girl would
be very small when born.
Priya's breasts didn't grow much, only to about a
"B" cup
but most of that was her enlarged tubular areolae. Her
nipples were very sensitive, sometimes to the point of
being uncomfortable. Deep down, I shared her pain over the
fact that she might not be able to breastfeed her child.
Just like with Monaavi, I had "pregnancy
symptoms" right
along with my Beloved. The morning sickness followed by leg
cramps and backaches: I didn't like feeling pregnant at all!
The last week in February, a couple of weeks before her
eleventh birthday, Attiya reached menarche. With her,
things went much better than with Tina. It happened during
the day when Pita, Monaavi and Leeya were home. After the
fiasco with Tina, they made sure that Attiya was instructed
on what was to happen and she knew right away what it was.
Pita, Monaavi and Leeya attended to her (thank heavens for
that). She was shy and self-conscious about it for a day or
two but after that, life returned to normal.
Priya's due date was the last week of April and she was
now
thirty-two weeks. Dr. Simpson said he wasn't going to let
her go past forty weeks so we pretty much knew that she'd
deliver on time. Adib and Salima voiced a desire to be here
so we arranged for them to fly over and stay for a month
when Priya was thirty-eight weeks. We just hoped she didn't
deliver before then. I was afraid that Priya would go into
labor or her water would break while she was in school: if
that happened, it would take me about forty-five minutes to
get to school to pick her up and another twenty to get to
the hospital.
As far as the induced lactation, Monaavi was following
the
drug regimen as prescribed, and although her breasts had
enlarged as in a real pregnancy, she hadn't achieved
letdown yet. Now, with six weeks until delivery, she
stopped taking the birth control pills, continued with the
Domperidone, began taking the herbs and eating oatmeal
along with pumping every four hours for ten minutes.
Leeya's breasts had grown slightly due to the pumping but
with no results up to now.
Priya's pregnancy had increased her sex drive. On one
particular night, Priya sexily laid back on the bed with
her legs open and stroking her swollen, baby smooth labia
with a sultry smile. She cooed, "Wanna fool around? I could
sure use a good lickin right about now."
I crawled onto the bed like a stalking tiger to come up
between her legs. When I leaned down and kissed her vulva
and looked up, all I could see over her swollen tummy was
her twinkling, smiling eyes. Teasing her I said, "Is this
any way for a new mother to act?"
"Sure it is," Priya giggled, "Mommies need lovin' too."
I split her crease with my tongue and she hissed,
"Oooh
yeah! Lick my pregnant pussy good and make Momma cum!"
Priya pulled her legs back with her thighs along side
her
swollen pot, exposing her dripping snatch from mons to tailbone.
I slowly licked a line from her tailbone, over and
around
her anus and up her perineum to her tingle button. In
response, she wrapped her arms around the back of her legs,
thrusting her pelvis up and into my sucking mouth.
I pulled her petals open to expose her glistening flower
and languidly licked up and down her crease, circling her
hood and traveling back down. Every time I'd hit her
clitty, she'd hiss, "Oooh yes! Right there!"
I drank up her flowing juices and headed north as her
breathing turned to panting. Priya must have been
experiencing some tightness in her legs because she
released her legs, resting her feet on my shoulders and
began to rotate her hips feeding me her treasure. Priya was
rocking her pelvis rhythmically and moaned "God Sean, I'm
gonna cum soon!"
Knowing she was close, I licked up to her engorged
clitty
and circled the outside with the tip of my tongue. "Oh God
Sean, I love you!" she moaned out, "This feels sooo good!"
Strumming her clitty with my tongue, I looked up to see
her
pregnant belly jiggling back and forth as she rocked. There
is something so erotic about making love to a pregnant
woman; my dripping cock was aching for release. I brought
my finger into action and slowly penetrated her and sought
out her "G" spot. I began rubbing that rough spongy area at
the top of her vagina and she blasted off.
Priya grunted a loud "Uuuhh!" and thrust up
sharply as she
shuddered out her orgasm. I looked up and her stomach had
tightened up and I could see a bulge where either the
baby's elbow or knee was pushed tightly against her
abdomen, causing a noticeable bulge.
Priya closed her legs tight, trapping my head in the
process but at the same time pulled me by the hair into her
shuddering pussy with her hands as she gasped and quivered.
Her pussy gushed out her juices as her muscles contracted
and I lapped hungrily at her effusion.
"Sooo good!" she panted with closed eyes and a
satisfied smile.
AS Priya panted, coming down from her climax, I said
lustfully, "I need you!"
Holding her taut belly in both hands, Priya panted out,
"Not in my pussy. I can't take all of you there and I'm
afraid you'll break my water, do it in my butt."
Priya turned on her side, brought her right leg up as
far
as she could. I slowly penetrated her sopping pussy and she
was hot and dripping wet. I stroked a few times in her
pussy, withdrew and coated her anus with her juices, doing
this about three times until her back door was slick. I
pressed my coated dick against her puckered star and said, "Push."
Priya grunted and her anal ring started to spread as my
dickhead slowly disappeared into her nether hole. When I
popped inside, Priya clamped down on me with a panted, "Oh,
it feels so big!"
I began to slowly rock and gained some depth. When I had
about three inches inside her, I began to stroke slowly
gaining depth as I went along. Soon, I my pubic bone was
pressed against her taut butt cheek and I stopped, just
relishing the feel of being so deep in her colon.
Priya's rectum was white hot and smooth. I could feel
the
head of my dick brushing alongside the baby as I stroked
slowly in her depths. She had her hand between her legs,
rubbing her tingle button as she rocked sensuously.
Priya was panting in rhythm to my thrusts as I picked up
speed. "Oh God Sean!" she gasped, "It's so deep, real deep!"
"Grip me, Baby," I panted out as I worked in
and out of her ass.
Priya began gripping me with her sphincter as I withdrew
with a grunt of exertion each time. As I stroked in and out
of her I began massaging her stomach and little Malina was
kicking like crazy as I pushed against her.
Feeling the baby move inside her while I fucked Priya's
ass
set me off. Thrusting as deep as I could into her colon I
groaned out "Can't hold it! Here it comes!"
I began to shoot off with jerking thrusts as I spurted
four
or five times deep in her bowels. Priya felt my hot
discharge and squeaked, locked her legs together tight and
straightening her legs, arching her back. I'd spasm and
jerk with a "Uuuh" each time and Priya did the same in
unison with me, clinching my dry spurting cock deep within her.
I sat back on my haunches, still impaling her, as we
shuddered with the aftershocks of our orgasm. Priya's
stomach was as tight as a hardened soccer ball so I began
to massage her swollen belly. As her stomach muscles
relaxed, Malina gave three forceful kicks against my hand
demonstrating her disapproval of being squeezed so tightly.
When we'd both settled down and our breathing
normalized, I
slowly withdrew from Priya's rectum. I went to the bathroom
and cleaned off, then returned with a damp washcloth and
cleaned Priya seeping back door.
Priya was exhausted and was falling asleep in a
semi-fetal
position as I crawled up along side her and spooned against
her. Priya uttered a soft "Mmmmm," and placed my flaccid
dick between her legs as we fell off to sleep.
The next evening was Leeya's night. When we began to
make
love, she asked me, "Sean, suck my breasts, I want to nurse you."
I enveloped her bulbous little nipple in my mouth and
began
to softly work her areola and suckle. I pulled off
surprised and remarked, "I just got a little milk from your breast!"
"Really?" She exclaimed, "I'm really
making milk?"
"Tastes like it," I answered, "Not much,
but there's
definitely something there."
I pulled off Leeya's breast bud and she squeezed and
pulled
outward on her areola. A few drops appeared at the tip of
her nipple and she tasted it saying, "It tastes sweet."
"Suck some more!" Leeya replied gleefully,
"Let me feed you."
I suckled some more and damn if she wasn't lactating a
little. There wasn't much but it there was a little and she
was ecstatic. Leeya had two orgasms digitally as I nursed
at her budding, weeping breast buds. After about a half
hour of nursing, I may have gotten an ounce, but to her, it
was more like a gallon! Needless to say, she made love
hungrily and passionately that night, confident that she
was more a woman now than at any point in her life.
The following week, we picked up Adib and Salima at the
airport upon their arrival. Priya moved in with Monaavi and
gave her parents her room. They'd gotten a sixty-day
visitor's visa and would stay for the entire time.
They, like everyone else, were amazed at the size and
grandeur of the estate. Once settled in we took a few day
trips to Baltimore showing them the sights.
Priya was now thirty-nine weeks and counting. She
started
getting contractions that were about seven minutes apart at
eight in the evening on a Thursday night. I called the
doctor and he said to call him back when they were five
minutes apart. This time, although apprehensive and giddy
with anticipation, I didn't panic like I did with Monaavi.
As uncomfortable as it was, Mom suggested we talk a
walk.
Walking seemed to help with both the pain and to bring on
her labor. Well, that idea was only good for about thirty
minutes when Priya gave up and we came home. At eleven-
thirty, her contractions were now coming every five minutes
or so and I called Dr. Simpson back. Her said to take her
in and he'd meet us at the hospital.
We arrived at GBMC, with everyone in tow (seven
including
me) at roughly twelve-thirty am. Once admitted, Priya was
put into delivery room eleven: right next door to where
Monaavi delivered. Her nurse, Patti, helped her into a
gown, started an IV and hooked her up to a fetal monitor.
Dr. Simpson examined Priya and determined that she was
indeed in labor, was dilated one and a half centimeters but
her water hadn't broken. He said that he'd wait and see if
it broke on its own but if it hadn't at four centimeters,
he'd break it. He then started her on a Petossin drip.
At three-thirty am, Priya contractions were pretty
strong
and she was in quite a bit of pain. Dr. Simpson came in,
broke her water at three and a half centimeters and called
for the anesthesiologist to administer the epidural.
Once Priya's water broke, her contractions started to
come
with much more force. As we watched the strip on the
monitor, we could see the line rise as her contraction
gained force and then to turn downward as it receded.
The women seemed to be fairly calm, including Priya, but
the men were a worthless bundle of nerves. I was the lucky
one, being able to occupy myself with giving Priya ice
chips, wiping her face with a cloth and massaging her feet.
Dr. Simpson would come in every thirty minutes or so and
examine Priya for dilation, then go his merry way. Patti
would pop in every fifteen minutes and check everything and leave.
At seven-thirty, Priya was dilated to eight centimeters.
Technically, Priya had now been in labor for almost twelve
hours. Her contractions were now coming about every three
minutes, were forceful and she was pretty uncomfortable. I
asked the doctor about it but he said that they didn't want
to give her too much pain relief because when it came time
to push, it would be harder with all the medication. They
also had to consider its effects on the baby.
At eight in the morning, the nurses changed shifts and
guess what: Miko was her assigned nurse! She came in, gave
everyone a hug and said that when she saw Priya's name on
the sheet, she'd requested to be assigned to her. Priya
hung in there until nine-thirty when Dr. Simpson, after
examining Priya said, "Well, you're now ten centimeters,
ready to have a baby?"
Priya hooted a forced giggle through her breaths and
replied, "I've been ready since midnight!"
"Well," He answered matter-of-factly,
"Thirteen hours is
really pretty good for the first one, especially as small
as you are. I think we'll probably have to help your little
girl out once we start."
"What do you mean?" I asked worried.
"Priya's pelvis is a little small and we'll
probably have
to use suction to get the baby out. If that doesn't work,
we'll end up having to do a Caesarean. We don't want to do
that because she's already gone through the labor of a
vaginal birth and we don't want her to have to go through
the recovery of a Caesarean on top of that."
While he was speaking Miko was helping him get into
surgical gear as another nurse readied the bed. When
everything was set and ready to go, Dr. Simpson snapped his
surgical glove with a smile and looking around jokingly
observed, "I guess I'll be working with a live audience
this morning."
Dad readied the video camera and everyone else's eyes
were
on Priya's exposed vulva between her spread legs.
"Alright coaches," Dr. Simpson called out,
"Take your
places. Does everyone remember the drill?"
Mom, now on Priya's left with me on her right, in unison
answered, "Yes. Ready."
Priya hooted out, "I'm as ready as I'll ever
be!"
Everyone chuckled nervously as we readied to begin. Dr.
Simpson reminded Priya, "Remember, push for ten seconds
then relax, OK?"
Priya, in the middle of a contraction, hooted again as
she
nodded silently.
"OK then," Dr. Simpson said, "On the next
contraction,
we'll begin. Now don't get discouraged if this goes slower
than you'd hoped. Just do your job, push as hard as you can
and we'll soon have a crying baby. Ready?"
"Ready," Priya, Mom and I affirmed.
"Now push!" Dr. Simpson ordered.
Priya pulled back on her thighs as we pulled back on he
feet and I counted out the seconds. After forty-five
minutes of this, Priya started to cry: the baby's head
hadn't cleared her pelvis yet. Dr. Simpson tapped the
inside of her thigh and encouraged her gently but firmly,
telling her that this was for the whole ball of wax. Her
baby's life depended on her and not to be discouraged.
With that, Priya seemed to find some resolve and nodded
as
she sniffled to regain control before the next contraction.
"Push!" He ordered again and the whole process
started all
over again. Thirty minutes later, the baby's heart rate
dropped a little but he said not to worry, everything was
OK. On the next contraction, Malina's head was now in the
birth canal.
Dr. Simpson ordered "Suction."
Miko responded by handing him a tool that looked like a
gun
with a handle and trigger but with a plunger-type suction
cup on the end. He inserted it inside Priya and explained
that he was applying suction the baby's head and he'd pull
as Priya pushed.
He braced his knee against the edge of the bed and when
Priya started to push, he pulled forcefully. From the
exertion on his face, I thought he might pull the poor
thing's head off but he assured us everything was OK.
Five contractions later, we saw the suction cup start to
emerge. Now that the baby's head and shoulders had passed
Priya's pelvic opening, he eased up on his pulling and
Malina's head started to appear.
She was facing me: opposite of the way Cinny came out
and I
saw a full head of wet, matted curly jet black hair as her
head slowly emerged. Her head came out with her face all
scrunched up, her eyes tightly shut and her mouth twisted
up in a weird looking grimace.
Dr. Simpson quickly suctioned her nostrils and throat as
Priya's next contraction came on. He pulled Malina up by
the neck as her lower shoulder started to appear. He then
tilted her downward as her other shoulder emerged.
"Just a couple more Sweetie," Dr. Simpson
encouraged,
"She's almost out. Just the hips, then we're home free!"
As soon as Malina's chest cleared, her chest expanded
and
she started screaming bloody murder. Her hips cleared on
the next contraction and our daughter squirted out into his
awaiting arms. I looked at the clock: eleven forty am.
Once out, the room was filled with cheers, hugs and
tears
of joy. Priya fell back exhausted and panted out a relieved
chuckle, started crying and cried, "Oh merciful God, thank
you for this gift!"
Salima fell to her knees and cried out in joy, "My
baby has
given life!"
Adib knelt on one knee, embracing his wife as they
watched
a nurse attend to a crying, kicking Malina.
Dr. Simpson clamped the cord and Miko smiled broadly
handing me the scissors saying, "I'm sure you know what to do
Daddy."
I smiled back with a nod and cut the cord, freeing our
daughter to begin her life.
I enfolded my beloved's head in my arms as we cried,
listening to the voice of our child crying. I kissed her
tenderly and whispered, "I love you so much! Your wedding
dream has come true, are you OK?"
Priya, with closed eyes and a soft smile nodded and
answered, "I'm so exhausted but I've never felt more alive
in my entire life! Thank you Sean, I love you more than
you'll ever know!"
I again wiped Priya's forehead and gave her some ice
chips
as all the women moved to the warmer to look at our new
addition as Miko gave her the Apgar test: Nine at one
minute and ten after five minutes. In all her flailing,
Malina inadvertently pulled the tiny heart monitor sensor
from her chest, but everyone laughed as if she'd done it on purpose.
Dad and Adib were in the sitting room, crying as they
laughed and congratulated each other. Dad came over to
Priya, took her cheeks in his hands and kissed her lips
tenderly as he whispered, "You are my treasure, Darling,
and you've given me a gift I can never repay."
"But you have Daddy," Priya replied softly
with a smile,
"You gave me Sean!"
As Dr. Simpson sewed Priya's episiotomy, Miko brought
Malina over to Priya and laid her on Priya's chest. Priya
pulled down her gown and tried to put her to the breast but
Malina balked: Priya's bulbous areola was too big and tight
for her to latch onto. Malina started crying.
It is so strange and marvelous how a woman's body works
because Monaavi came to Priya's side and it was evident
from her blouse that Monaavi's breasts were visibly
leaking. Mom asked her, "What happened, you're leaking like
a faucet!"
Monaavi just smiled and replied, "I don't know, but
as soon
as I heard her crying, I started to leak."
Monaavi unbuttoned her blouse, opened her nursing bra
and
put Malina to breast. She hungrily latched on and began
suckling like mad. Monaavi giggled and said, "Boy, she
sucks harder than either of the twins!"
Monaavi sat in a chair next to Priya, covered the
suckling
child and her breast with a receiving blanket as the men
returned to the room. One could see the mixed feelings
Priya had, watching her sister nurse her newborn, but she
appeared happy that Malina was being given nature's milk.
Miko told us that Malina was eighteen inches long and
weighed six pounds, fifteen ounces. She had a full head of
blue-black curly hair and her complexion surprised me
because it was kind of a pinkish light olive, not brown.
Miko said that if she has Priya's skin color, it would
gradually change over about a month once her skin was
exposed to the ultraviolet light of daylight. She had the
largest pure black eyes that were so dark her pupils were
barely visible if you looked closely. The whites of her
eyes had a bluish tinge to them.
Having fallen asleep at the breast, Monaavi broke the
suction and handed her to Mom. Still covered, Monaavi went
to the bathroom to put herself back together. Mom kissed
and cooed the sleeping newborn, then handed her off to
Salima. Evidently the sudden movement startled Malina and
her eyes shot open for a few seconds before slowly closing again.
Salima gasped out, saying, "Allah be praised! Look
Adib,
she looks exactly like Priya when she was born, only her
eyes are a little bigger!"
"Priya," Adib remarked, "She looks like
your clone!"
I went to the sitting room and wept, overcome with
emotion.
Seeing a child take its first breath is such an
unfathomable miracle to witness, there are no words to
describe it! I had seen three of my children enter the
world and every one was different, everyone just as moving.
I said a prayer of thanks to Allah for His blessings and
for giving us a healthy baby girl and protecting Priya
during her ordeal.
After my private moments of reflection and prayer, I was
met with some familial ribbing saying that I was truly a
weak-gene man. The twins looked like Monaavi and Malina
looked like Priya. Leeya bolstered me by saying, "When I
have Emma, she'll look like Sean and Emmy."
"Dream on Leeya," Mom quipped, "Like
she'll have white
shin, freckles and blonde curly hair with blue eyes: you're
REALLY dreaming now!"
"I didn't say that," Leeya qualified, "I
said she'd LOOK
like Sean and Emmy, I didn't say she'd have the same skin
color. She'll probably be a honey color like me maybe lighter."
"We'll see," Salima chuckled, "What if
she's a he and dark
like Me Ma?"
"She won't be a he," Leeya rebutted, "And
she won't be
dark: YOU wait and see!"
I pulled Mom and Monaavi off to the side and mentioned,
"I
don't know if you know it or not, but Leeya's lactating:
not much but she definitely has milk."
Both smiled as they looked at Leeya and Mom replied,
"Well
I'll be damned, isn't THAT a pleasant surprise!"
Dr. Simpson had finished and moved on to another
delivery
as Miko finished cleaning things up. Mom pulled Leeya over
and whispered in her ear. Leeya sat in the chair and
unbuttoned her shirt. Priya was holding Malina who was
making sucking motions in her sleep. Mom looked at Priya
and nodded towards Leeya as she unbuttoned her shirt.
Silently, Priya handed me our child and I handed her to
Leeya. Leeya tenderly brushed Malina's lips against her
budding nipple and Malina instinctively latched on and
began to suckle in her sleep.
Leeya gasped and squeaked out, "I can feel it
tighten deep
inside me! She's really drinking from me!"
Miko heard and turned around, surprised at first then
smiled saying, "That's a no-no according to hospital policy
but then, I didn't see a thing."
Malina released Leeya's breast when she fell asleep and
her
mouth relaxed. Mom gave the baby back to Priya as Leeya
buttoned up her blouse with a satisfied motherly smile. She
had tears running down her cheeks as she touched her
breast, remembering the sensations as she nursed Malina.
Whether it was right or wrong, we knew then by the look
on
her face that we'd made the right decision for her and let Leeya try.
I forgot about Miko standing there and jokingly
commented,
"Well, with all these lactating women, little Malina will
never go hungry!"
Miko laughed the hardest of all! She walked over and
quietly asked Leeya, "How old are you?"
Leeya blushed and answered in a whisper,
"Eleven."
Miko's mouth dropped and her eyes bugged open in
disbelief
as she looked at each of our smiling faces. Looking at the
door (I guess to make sure no one was coming in) she asked
bashfully, "You three women are his wives aren't you? I'll
never tell a soul, but that's the way it looks to me."
Everyone held their breath looking at me to give an
answer.
I looked at her seriously and asked to confirm, "You're
sure you can hold a secret?"
Miko looked at me seriously and answered, "Yes,
your secret
is safe with me."
I smiled and said, "Priya is my first wife, Leeya
my second
and Monaavi my third."
"I knew it!" she nodded as she smiled, "I
knew when Monaavi
delivered, there was something about all of you that was
too close to be relatives. I just knew it."
Turning to Leeya she asked, "How did you start
lactating at
such a young age?"
Leeya answered, "I tried to take advantage of my
raised
hormone levels because I'm going through puberty, my birth
control pills and I used a breast pump for four months to
prepare. We weren't sure if I could do it, but Sean let me
try anyway. I started producing milk a week ago. It's not
much, but at least I can give Priya's baby something and it
makes me feel so proud to do it for her."
"God," Miko said as she shook her head,
"You must really
love each other very much to do this."
"We do," Leeya replied with a smile, "We
depend upon each
other with our lives."
"Well," Miko warned, "Don't let anyone
else see you see you
or you could get into real trouble, OK"
"We'll wait until we get home," I replied,
"It'll be safer that way."
"I agree," Miko concurred.
About then, a nurse from the nursery came in and took
Malina to the nursery for her checkup and bath. We got
Priya settled into a wheelchair and the whole tribe
followed as Miko pushed Priya to her room. Once settled
into her bed, everyone rightfully coddled the new mother
and spent the rest of the visit extolling Malina's beauty.
The new father quickly became the butt of a few jokes as
Adib commented, "It's a good thing she looks like Priya or
she's only be cute instead of beautiful: especially when
her skin darkens. Can you imagine a black Sean? Yuck!"
THIS time, I didn't forget the car seat! After Priya ate
dinner, everyone gave her their love, praises and salaams
and left for home about five pm. After everyone left and as
Priya ate, I went upstairs to the cafeteria and grabbed a
bite to eat.
When I returned, Malina was back from the nursery and
lying
in bed next to Priya, sound asleep. Priya was in wonderland
and she just admired her daughter as her baby slept, made
faces and occasionally smiled in her sleep.
Malina looked even more beautiful! The nurses had combed
her curly hair into a single finger-curl on top of her
head. I sat on the inclined bed with Priya and Malina in
between us.
I had my arm around Priya and hugged her close as she
held
our tiny sleeping daughter. I kissed her tears, even though
they were tears of joy, and in between coos to Malina she
said softly to me. "I hold my love for you in my arms and
now I'm complete. At seventeen, I've realized my dream. I
cannot express in words what's in my heart; right now just
believe that my love for you is boundless, as it is for my
child. Thank you Darling, with my very breath, I thank you!"
"I'm so very proud of you beloved! You worked hard today
and no one appreciates or understands what you've given
today more than I! My very breath depends on you, as does
my life. As I look at our daughter, it's quite evident that
our love is truly a wonderfully beautiful thing! I love you
Priya, I can't express it in words, but I love you with all my being!"
Anyone who's experienced the birth of a child understands
the unspoken love and bonding between husband and wife,
mother and child and father to child at having gone through
such a miraculous ordeal. A lot of dreams were fulfilled
this day: Priya's wedding night dream, my desire to father
a child with her from the moment I laid eyes on her and the
vow Priya kept that released my father from his lifelong
bondage. Not to mention Leeya taking one step closer to
motherhood. All the diligent hours she put in with a breast
pump to realize a tiny victory. A day like today makes me
appreciate the tiny victories in life and, the thanksgiving
that pours from one's heart when dreams come true.
And let us not forget the fact that through the miracle
of
life, the world is a better place with a new soul in it!
Continued in Chapter 86…
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