The hell I went through after having my baby, a reflection.
I instantly began to panic and scream, I was losing my mind it felt like my heart had been ripped out of my body, I began frantically searching for my phone to call the police and call my dad and his father to let them know what happened. I first called the police and said my son had been kidnapped, they couldn’t even understand me because I was screaming and shouting down the phone, they told me to calm down. I then called my son’s dad and told him what had happened he began yelling at me telling me how could I let someone take my baby from me. I was wearing a nightgown and had no shoes on and I ran out the door, in hope that maybe I would be able to find them, I was running and running, it felt like I was running for miles and for hours but it was only down the road. I felt like the whole thing was being played out in slow motion and I was watching a movie, it didn’t feel like real life, it was so surreal and I felt like I was in some kind of sick twisted nightmare. I spotted a security officer who saw me on cctv and asked me what was going on, I told him and said did he see my cousin with the baby, he told me that he saw a young girl with a baby but that he thought it was me as he didn’t really get a chance to see her face.
Anyway the police eventually arrived, they took me up to my apartment and began running through the whole incident with me, they asked me why would my cousin take my baby and I told them I didn’t have a clue and instead of asking me all these dumb questions they should get out there and get my baby back. My dad called my house phone to say that he had found her and that he was bringing the baby back with my mum. The police stayed with me and his dad until they arrived, it felt like hours, I was pacing up and down the living room terrified that I may never see my baby again. When they arrived I ran down the stairs not bothering to take the left and grabbed my baby out of my mothers arms! I looked at my cousin with stern eyes and wanted to kill her with my bare hands. My parents did not seem concerned that she had taken my baby and I was very annoyed at this but my main concern at that moment was getting my baby inside and out of the cold.
The police took their statements and they didn’t even arrest her, took our statements and then left. I spent the night staring at my baby and did not get a wink of sleep. I will never forgive my cousin for doing that to me and putting me through such hell and I will never forget the day my baby boy was taken from me.
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