It’s all I ever hear from most of my friends. “My baby this, my baby that.”
“My baby is so beautiful!” Great.
“My baby is so precious!” Uh-huh.
So when they told me I was pregnant, I thought, so what. No big deal. I still had two years to finish high school and everything. I could go back.
Well, my baby has spina bifida. Never heard of it? I hadn’t. Not where I live. Nah, this is coal country. Here it’s full of good Christian folks, soldiers, workers at the glass factory in Matewan. Or what’s left of em.
No other person I know with what my baby has. I thought maybe that Sarah Palin lady. My friend, Jasmine, told me Sarah was on Oprah blabbing about her baby. But then Jasmine says it’s some other illness, and I asked, how do you know? And she says because I was listening real hard for the name. Besides, Jasmine says that lady is a gazillionaire. And I’m broke. I see a doctor at the free clinic in Huntington.
My boyfriend split. What a jerk. Couldn’t take it. Guilt, I guess. Gave it to me.
My momma says it’s my fault. Says it happened cause I stopped going to church. Says it’s all part of god’s plan.
Well, that’s not my god. What kind of god gives a baby spina bifida?
So, what do I do?