They’re yelling at me to push harder -
What the hell do they think I’m doing?
This child’s tearing away my insides,
and I’m sure my unmentionable’s ruined.
My feet are up over my head,
And my hair is all over my face.
I’d be screaming in pain that’s for sure,
If this mask wasn’t firmly in place.
If they bring one more instrument near me,
I really don’t know what I’ll do.
And I can’t help but harbour the feeling,
That I very much wish this was you.
My husband is being supportive,
He’s yelling to help his wife.
And I know what I’d do if I could do,
The ‘snip’ - with a large rusty knife!
They say, “push just once more with a vengeance”,
And the effort is turning me puce.
There are people involved with my privates,
To whom I’ve not even been introduced.
As I huff and I shove and I whimper,
The world has completely receded.
Another bit’s torn or dropped off me,
I hope it was nothing I needed.
Then there’s a ripping, a snipping, a rushing,
Hey presto! I’m feeling quite slim.
The midwife is holding my baby,
And my husband is holding a gin.
When later, I rest on my laurels,
A triumph of stunning success.
I don’t need all the fussing and flapping
All I need is a jolly good rest.
As I smile at all their endearments,
My feelings come back in a rush
I am awed by my greatest creation.
And can’t think why they made such a fuss!!
©Deb Hawken
August 2007
Published by debdancingstarhawken7
I'm a writer, public speaker, medium, and spiritual thinker. I suffered from acute anxiety from the age of 16 until I was well into my 50s, when I finally found methods that helped me to put it behind me. My struggles led to me exploring life through poetry, then plays, and over a 15 year period I made notes for a self help book which I published in 2015. Details on the book page. Although I am a psychic medium and loved the work, it didn’t feel right for me. It was an utter privilege, but my path was the exploration of what it means to be spirit in the real world and how we can make practical use of those abilities. Nowadays I write, blog, and teach soul-centred living, which is a gentle way of undoing past programming and connecting to your essential self, or soul. If you’re interested email me and we can chat. No pressure, it’s right for you or it’s not and you will know. The groups meet on line so no going out on cold, wet, winter’s evenings. On a personal note, I’m based in the UK. Married with five cats, no children, and four grandchildren, thanks to our inherited daughter, who has gifted us four beautiful little people that bring us such joy. Hope you enjoy the blogs. Deb xx
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Yikes, in the Grand scream of things, this is still painful to hear and imagine, and of course painful to be there. A Grand agony deserves a grand reward, but it’ll be a bloody while. I’m not sure if the “humour” tag is reassuring considering that even the spell-check prefers “humor.” If AI had to give birth it would find a better algorithm for Mother Nature to make a better design for birthing.
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True. I’ve never tried it I wrote it too late a friend giggle. And I’m a Brit and we use the U. I’m quite reassured by that, and don’t bow to spell check unless it’s not arguing with the mother tongue.
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Can totally relate!
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I’m amazed that I wrote it as I’m not a mum. So thank you. X
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