Baby on Board

1 Week

You'd think, being the mother, I would be inseparable from my newborn daughter. Not so. It seems everyone else gets to dote on her except me. Just because I had a caesarian, Isaac thinks I'm incapable of seeing to Sera's needs and has taken on being mum and dad to our daughter. Even Martha's had more interaction than I have. 

Yes, the doctors told me to take it easy and gave me a list of banned activities but nowhere did it say that I couldn't get up in the middle of the night to comfort my baby, change her nappy or burp her. The only time I was able to hold Sera was when I was nursing her but this made me feel like a cow being brought in for milking time and if there's one thing that I abhor, it's being made to feel like a fucking cow. 

Something has to change. 

"Just take him out, I'm not asking for much," I plead with my brother in law, Daniel. Today marked a full week since Seraphina was born and it was the first day we allowed our family to come over to cast their gazes on my precious bundle of joy but whereas this was supposed to be a happy occasion, I was made to feel even more like an outsider. "I'll pay you to take him out. Name your price, Whitaker."

Daniel proved, once again, why he's my least favourite brother in law when he shakes his head and laughs at my hopelessness. He thinks I'm joking but I'm really not; all I want is for Isaac to get lost for a few hours so I can have some Mummy-Daughter time with Sera without other people watching us. 

I also need to get rid of Martha but that will be easier to accomplish than having to kick Isaac out of the house. A whisper in Sam's ear, handing over a hundred pounds and suggesting taking Martha to the cinema, and job done! She'll be gone for most of the night and I'll only have to contend with an overprotective Isaac for some one-on-one time with Sera. 

"Michael, I need your help!" Seeing as Daniel was being useless, I needed to start looking outside the family for assistance. As soon as I yelled, Michael came running into the kitchen, a concerned look on his face. His eyes scanned my body and then roamed across the room, looking for anything that could have made me scream like I had. When he saw nothing to worry about, his eyes settle against mine. Waving him forward, I lower my voice into a conspiratorial whisper. "I need you to take Isaac out. Go for drinks. We the baby's head. Anything! Get him out of the house."

 Mick blinked. "You know you have a newborn, right? Aren't you supposed to be begging for help, not throwing help out of the house?" 

"How would I know if I need help or not when everyone is hovering around me?" I question his logic. Turning away, I place my empty mug in the skink and quickly rinse it. When I turn back around, Mick is leaning against the counter, watching me carefully, waiting for me to elaborate. "I love having Isaac and Martha around just as much as they love being around but I can count on one hand the number of hours I've spent with my baby. If you could just take Isaac out for an hour or two, I will love you for life. Or you know, not replace you as Sera's Godfather. Please, please, please!"