Wednesday, 8 June 2011

My Girl

Reflecting on your birthday, how you popped into the world.
My one and only daughter, firstborn, little baby girl.
I recall that very morning, as the niggles started up
Held my breath, bit my lip, stared into my coffee cup

Uh-oh! The planned arrival's curiously making waves.
It only cramps a little bit, I must try to be brave.
Soon your dad came to Maternity, a smile upon his face
A floppy rose in one hand, and a watch to set the pace.

Looking quite uncomfortable, from sit, to stand, to sit
I didn't like the set up, not one single bloody bit!
He asked how I was doing and I lashed out with my tongue
For it felt I had an open brolly sticking up my bum!

You weren't too concerned about making your appearance
And all I wanted here and now was full-blown baby clearance!
Deliver us from pain and things, it was beyond a joke
Not even sweat stained lullaby's were able to evoke!

I huffed and puffed and panted, swore and knocked some flowers down
Prayed to God: '...just kill me now...', while in my labour gown.
You still maintained a lie-in, in no hurry to appear
While I told your dad he's 'in for it, when we get out of here!'

They offered pain relief for me, I took it and was grateful
But that just slowed the process down, how could they be so hateful!
Then  'crack ' you burst your bubble, water gushing all about
I felt worse than central reservoir, depleted and washed-out!

Now, I felt you coming, waves of chronic, gripping stuff!
Dilating me to number 10 - when 4 was bad enough!
But, yes, indeed, still here was I , the mid-wife quite confounded
I'd said good-night-and-morning twice, akimbo and abounded....

This baby was the champion, a sac of pure control
There would be no Miss-taking,  Little Miss's  future role!
So, where that strength was mustered, Heaven knows from where it came
I purged so hard, I soon saw stars and lighter I became.

You were swabbed and robed and measured, checked out quickly by the nurse
Who handed me sweet little 'you' and forgave my need to curse!
Twenty-seven long hard hours, it took you to comply
I kissed your bloodied forehead and the pain just waved goodbye.

But from the moment I first saw you -  what a rush of pinking air.
A girl when they all said 'a boy',  you made your mark from there!
A chubby little face you had and fingers long and thin
A heart that beat so very fast, a precious stone within.

The beginning of a story,  chapters that just captivate
I don't believe in magic, just the power to create.
My perfect little baba, my funny, funny girl
An addition and a honour to this huge revolving world!


Anonymous said...

A very creative and entertaining piece - obviously done with lots of pride!

Anonymous said...

Makes me think of my own daughter's birth and I get all warm and fuzzy thinking of my little miracle

Jingle said...

Happy Belated Birthday.

Glad to see you share,

The Tame Lion said...

Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!

Lena said...

Thank you all for the lovely comments. It lifts the day for me....and Tame Lion - thank you for the comment, and your blog rocks!

It shall be tea, toast and a visit to you every morning now (if I hide the laptop cleverly enough!).

Anonymous said...

One of my younger sisters blossomed when she was pregnant and I'd never heard her swear until the day I went to the hospital to take my brother in law something to eat and drink because he'd been there all night, and when I walked into her room she was yelling "Get this F****ing* thing out of me. She didn't even know I was there. He looked at me all sheepish and said "They just gave her an epidural and it hasn't kicked in yet." LOLOL
Great prose for something so miraculous and wonderful.
Thanks for visiting me and the lovely comment too.