UNHAPPY MOMENTS
1233 Words
"Okay, no problem. But think of names for them before this week elapse.
They need to have names so as to indentify them." Her mother said with a smile.
"And Beatrice, give them cute names." Ariana beamed widely.
"Okay." Beatrice mouthed casually.
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Beatrice was finally discharged from the hospital alongside her children and they were taken home.
Her parents were happy to have her back at home and a little party was thrown for her.
She carried her sleeping children and placed them on their respective cots in the nursery room.
She stared intently at the children and tears unconsciously rolled down her cheeks.
She still felt hurt!
She still recalled the r**e incident as she stared at the children.
How she wished that they were a product of love from her marriage.
Then, she would have been so overwhelmed with happiness.
Triplets were blessings to every parents in a marriage but Beatrice didn't see her children as blessings..
Instead, she saw them as a curse.
As a remainder of her mistake and a product of rape.....
A brutal rape.....
Seeing them, she didn't feel so happy.....
It would have been better if she had gotten rid of them when they were still blood in her stomach.
She just didn't want them.
They aren't even identical and they had to take her complexion which she doesn't like.
She has always wished to have white children and not her brown skin colour.
To her, the children were mistakes......
She wiped her tears and stared sadly at her sleeping children..
"Can I really love you?" She asked tearily to no one in particular.
She stared at them one last time before walking out of the nursery.
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A week later after much pressure from her parents and sister, Beatrice finally named her children.
The boy was named Andrew, the first girl was named Annabelle and the last child was named Andrea.
Her parents were very elated.
She had chosen cute names for her children but Beatrice didn't find it worth happy for.
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As days grew by, Beatrice became more tired...
The triplets were a handful.
They cry alot and eat alot.
It wasn't really easy for her.
Sometimes, she wouldn't breastfeed them but leave them to cry till they'll fall asleep.
She didn't always feel happy breastfeeding them.
She doesn't even get enough sleep because of them.
From bathing them, dressing them up, breastfeeding them and finally putting them to sleep.
It was really stressful..
Her mother and sister still assisted her in any way they could.
Beatrice wasn't happy....
Sometimes, she was left all alone in the house to attend to her children.
The one that irritated her the most and even anger her, was changing their soiled diapers.
She always felt so irritated....
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In the middle of the night, the triplets would wake up and start crying.
Beatrice would be forced to wake up and changed their soiled diapers and breastfeed them grudgingly.
She wasn't happy at all...
She couldn't just wait for them to turn five months so she can leave them and go to school.
She just couldn't wait to rarely see their faces and hear their annoying cries!
She just couldn't wait!
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Taking care of the triplets was something Beatrice didn't enjoy doing.
She felt so much bitterness for them.
She felt so embittered to have them.
It wasn't her happy moments at all.
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"Will you just keep quiet?!!" Beatrice thundered angrily at Annabelle who was crying profusely.
The baby suddenly shuddered in fright and resumed crying, this time around, it was louder.
"Oh my God! Just shut up Annabelle!! Shut the f**k up?!" She snapped angrily at the crying baby.
She ruffled her hair angrily and sighed depressively.
She seemed so frustrated and tired.
Andrew and Andrea soon joined in crying.
They wailed uncontrollably kicking the air with their tiny hands and legs.
"What do you want?! What the hell do you want me to do?
Haven't you made me suffer enough huh?" She glared murderously at them.
"You came into my life at the wrong time! You brought back painful memories I'm trying to get over with.
You brought back pain into my life.
I never wanted to have you!" She yelled angrily.
The triplets stopped crying and started hiccuping loudly.
"What has come over you Beatrice?!
What has the innocent children don't to you?
Don't they deserve your love and care?" Beatrice mom suddenly barged in and carried the two girls who were still crying.
She cooed them and smiled widely at them.
"Mother please! Please just leave me alone!
I never wanted to have them in the first place.
I wanted to get rid of them the very day I knew I was pregnant.
I would have gotten rid of them when they were still blood in my stomach.
But you insisted I kept the pregnancy.
How do you expect me to love the children from r**e?
An incident that caused me so many things.
That got me so depressed and angry!
That made me have psychological trauma.
I hate them and I can't bring myself to love them!" She lashed out angrily.
She hissed loudly and walked out of the nursery room.
"Beatrice!! Beatrice come back here!" Her mother screamed angrily but Beatrice didn't even take a side glance at her mother.
Her mother's countenance dropped in sheer disappointment.
She was utterly shocked and disappointed.
The cooed the children softly and placed them back on their cot.
They stopped crying and fell asleep.
Beatrice mother heaved a sigh of relief and smiled at the sleeping children before walking out of the room.
She just hopes Beatrice regains her senses before it is too late.
No matter what, the children are her's and a big blessing to her.
She needs to open her heart and embrace the joy of motherhood before it is too late.
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"Beatrice my dear." Her mother called calmly.
They were seated at the balcony, staring at the twinkling stars.
Beatrice didn't even acknowledge the presence of her mother.
Her gaze was still fixed on the sky.
She wasn't ready to hear or listen to her mother's reprimanding words.
She didn't want to hear it at all.
"You have to let go tge anger and bitterness you have in your heart and embrace happiness.
Children aren't mistakes. They are special and great gifts from God.
You have to accept the fact that they are your children.
You need to show them love as their mother.
They will grow up one day and become great persons.
They'll become your source of joy and pride.
But for that to happen, you have to love them and take good care of them.
Learn to love them. Accept the fact that they are your children." Her mother admonished with a wan and ashy smile.
Beatrice breathed in and out and stared at her mother.
"It's not as easy as you think. It is easier said than done.
You're not my shoes to feel the pain I'm feeling.
Children are gifts from God when they are gotten at the right time and they are a product of a marriage.
And not a product of r**e!
It will take me time to love them as my children but I'll try." Beatrice said calmly and walked out of the balcony.
Her mother heaved tiredly and sadly as she watched Beatrice leave.
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