Continuation from May 4, 2009 (1:36pm cst)… So I knew hearing his mother say that meant that she really must’ve thought my son looked like her son. What did this mean from me? I knew that this was going to be problems. I sat thinking why am I letting them see him? Didn’t I already tell Thyler this was not his baby? What if Gavin finds out? What am I going to do? I was nervous as hell.
That day I just went along with what was going on in the living room of my home. Thyler and his family stayed about an hour and right when they got up to leave he pulled me to the side. He looked at me in my eyes and said, “Shala he is really handsome. He looks just like me. I’m going to do everything for my son. All you have to do is get his milk. Did you like the clothes I left for him yesterday?” “Yea, thanks for everything.” I replied. As he left out the front door he looked back at me and said, “I’ll call you when I get home.”
I didn’t know how hard the next few months would be. Gavin called every day to check on his son and Thyler did too. About a day had passed and I called Thyler’s mom. I told her that I needed to speak with her about the baby. She started off about how cute he was and how he looked just like her son. She said that Thyler talks about him all the time.
“So when are you going to bring him over?” she asked.
“Ms….I don’t know how to say this,” I said in this low tone.
“Say what?”
“Thyler’s homeboy told him that I was pregnant by him I’m sure. He called me once when I was three months and asked about me being pregnant. I told him that I was but I wasn’t pregnant by him but by this guy named Gavin. I guess he never paid me any attention,” I told her continuing on with the story.
“He never mentioned any of that. He just told me that he had a baby on the way.”
“D’Wahn isn’t Thyler’s son,” I said taking a deep breath. I can bring yawl all the stuff that was brought for him back if you want me to.”
“Girl nah, keep that stuff. I think he looks just like Thyler. Are you sure?” she asked.
“Yea. He looks just like Gavin, Ms. Darian.”
We continued talking about the situation and finally got off the phone. I was thinking that I probably wouldn’t speak to them again once she told her son.
When D’Wahn was eleven days old I let him go and spend the night with Gavin. I was kind of nervous but extremely tired. When he came to pick him up he was more nervous than I was. He asked all kind of questions like what to do when he’s crying, how long does he stay up at night and so forth. I guess if I was in his shoes, I would’ve been asking questions too. He wasn’t the only one asking questions though. I asked did he know how to change him, does he have everything, what time would he bring him back. He told me not to worry that his mother and father was there to help him.
The next day Gavin brought D’Wahn home and when he looked in the closet he asked where he got all the clothes and stuff from. I told him that my aunt bought it and left it at that. I never thought to tell him about Thyler because I knew it would cause more trouble and I didn’t want him to start doubting my son cause there was no reason for him to.
My thoughts about Thyler not calling didn’t last long. He called regularly to check on D’Wahn. About a week later he and his family came over. He had brought a few more of his family member’s with him this time. They were so happy about Thyler having a baby. I was tripping out because I knew that this would not be going on with what I told Ms. Darian. Thyler’s brother said, “Man! He looks exactly like you. He got your color and everything.” I kinda sat off to the side a lil’, my heart was beating fast. The whole time they were over I was thinking about Gavin showing up at the door. Right then and there would’ve been the perfect opportunity to pull Thyler to the side and talk about my son-not being his.
After they I laid my son down for a nap. He was worn out from all the kisses and hugs he’d received. Not too long after I went in to check on him and he was not breathing. I took him out of his baby bed and patted him on the back a few times. He began coughing a lil’ after getting his breath back. I was so nervous and yelling for my mother at the same time. I called to make him a doctor’s appointment.
The next day I took him to the clinic, spoke to the doctor about what was going on. I let the doctor know that he would throw up his food a lot of the time as if he was having a hard time keeping it down. The doctor had me to take him over to St. Francis hospital where he was admitted. They kept him in the hospital for almost a week long. His esophagus was not the size it should be causing his food to come back up when he would eat.
This was a stressful week for me. I was a new mother at the age of seventeen. My son was barely month old and already he was in the hospital for issues that I had no idea about. I was getting my first real taste of being a mother. I called Gavin and he came up to see him just about every day. The doctor finally came in at the end of the week to let us know that he was going to release D’Wahn but before we could take him home we had to take a CPR class with one of the nurses.
The nurse came in and gave a class to teach us about how to care for D’Wahn once we got home. During this time we found out that he was being discharged with a breathing machine and that’s the only way he could leave. When we asked how much it would be she said $125.00. I didn’t’ have that type of money and Gavin didn’t either. I sat there for a while not knowing what I was going to do. I tried asking my mother who didn’t have the money at that time either. What I did next shouldn’t have happened but I called Thyler. I told him what was going on with D’Wahn. He told me to have my mother come and get the money but was mad at the fact that I didn’t call him and let him know he was in the hospital. At this point I still didn’t understand why Thyler was still trying to be a part of my son’s life. I didn’t know why he didn’t confront me about the phone conversation me and his mother had.
Later that day I took my son home and he continued to have two fathers for the next six months. I started working when my son was about 4 months at the Community College as a clerk. One day I had dropped my son off with Thyler while I went to work and when I came to pick him up one of my school mates was there. I was instantly nervous because not only was he a school mate but he was Gavin’s friend and I knew he would tell. I entered the house and Gavin’s friend looked at me and said, “What’s up? What you doing over here?” I kind of put my head down and Thyler replied, “This is my son’s mother.” Gavin’s friend from school looked at me like shame on you but didn’t say anything else. I rushed Thyler to get my son’s things together so that we could go. I left in a hurry and he never questioned why. I knew when I got home my phone would be ringing off the hook but it never did.
At this time both Gavin and Thyler were babysitting D’Wahn when I had to work. Gavin had a new girlfriend who he was spending most of his time with so his son was 2nd priority but he did come through from time to time. thyler had a girlfriend too but I had never met her but still he made sure that D’Wahn’s needs were met every single time and I think I got use to that. He actually seemed more like the father than Gavin, who biologically was. I was kinda upset at this point. Even though I was still in love with Gavin I started saying to myself, I wish Thyler could be my son’s biological father. I know it was a bad thing to think but he was there and what mother would not want someone in their child’s life who really wants to be there.
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