Papas Don't Mess With Mamas And Their Babies

I was 22 and seven months pregnant. I still didn't have an agreement with my baby father. He insisted that any agreement had to be with his wife, woman to woman. She wanted the baby, I wanted the money.

At some point she told me that I could nurse, raise the baby, under her oversight, every day, all day. I could be with my baby but she was the mother of record. I didn't understand her fixation, I was the other woman and he hadn't let go of me. Her call on his seed, gave her rights to my baby.

Going into labor she was with me for the delivery, she received the baby from the nurse and she laid my baby on my open chest. I went home with her, to her house, the guest room with a basinet, and baby furniture. My new home. I had permission to nurse and to raise the baby with her.

We stayed home for nine weeks, and a night nurse. When the nine weeks were up she asked me to be a full time mother, nurse from my breast, pumping and bottles and a nanny was not the preferred option. When she came home she was only into the baby, I took care of dinner. Baby Papa said nothing, it's a woman thing men don't get between women's personal matters. Women and babies are a woman's domain.

Maybe if she had her own baby?

The thought of a 'distended' belly scared her. I wasn't given a choice, was I? I walked around with a distended belly and a baby Papa twice my age, and a jealous #2 mama. She could do it. Just hide her p!lls. Better, take all my p!lls, substitute the dead week p!lls with her baby stop p!lls, and voila, she's a mama. Just had to keep baby papa off me.

The pregnancy caught her by surprise. My pregnancy announcement had to wait.

We both nurse, we are both home baby mamas. Big sis is learning by watching. Baby papa, he's sat the sidelines. It's a woman thing.