It’s a Girl!

Mother and Child

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘Twas dead of night and people slept

In comfort of their bed,

The old clock chimed each hour away,

Close by the old bed head.

 

The child inside gave urgent thrust

In Mother wide awake,

She gently shook her slumbering spouse

And thought of things to take

 

To hospital in country town,

The very best they state,

The man dialled on the bedside phone

A glance at panting mate

 

Her face was filled with dread and joy

The pulsing pain was strong,

She organized her suitcase things,

The birth would not be long.

 

The taxi came, and vocal male

To driver shouted “speed!”

To hospital across the town

To birth his precious seed.

 

The hospital was well equipped

To care for Mum and child,

Sedated husband now made calm

Now rendered meek and mild.

 

On birthing table now she climbed

While doctor donned his gown,

She shouted loud as pains increased

And infant headed down.

 

The doctor smiled at watching nurse,

He held the baby high

And patted newborn on the back

Then heard a lusty cry.

 

The Mother looked at newborn girl

With a radiant smile of joy,

‘Twas mischief plain on Mother’s face,

The man had hoped a boy!

 

Then doctor sought the pacing Pop;

Reported all was well,

And led him to his newborn child

Entranced by baby’s spell

 

“She’s beautiful,” he told his wife

As soon as she awoke,

Let’s plan another very soon!

He chuckled at the joke

 

With narrowed eyes she searched his face

When pulsating pain had eased,

“You’ll carry next one by yourself,

And then we’ll see who’s pleased!”

 

“© Copyright Ian Grice 2013” all rights reserved

Note: Copyright to the picture is held by Wikipedia

 

23 Comments Add yours

  1. stacilys says:

    What an awesome poem. Thanks. As a woman that’s birthed two kiddies of my own, I can definitely relate to the wife. If only my hubby could carry the babies that would be quite alright with me (can you tell that my pregnancy experiences weren’t the greatest? hehehe
    =)

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    1. Nice to have you visit. I liked the samples I read on your page and hope you don’t mind me connecting with your page. Yes, women have it tough during birth. I can remember telling my wife Georgine that she had the children for 9 months of pregnancy and now they were mine. She did not agree! lol. I love my children very much and now they have produced grandchildren for me to love too.

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      1. stacilys says:

        Thank you Ian. And no problem at all, go ahead and connect.
        “I can remember telling my wife Georgine that she had the children for 9 months of pregnancy and now they were mine. She did not agree!”
        Hahaha, that’s too funny – I wouldn’t either. I mean, after 9 months of flaming hormones, changing body, peeing 9 times during the night and low immune system – not to mention the pain of giving birth – my hubby would be nuts to think I’d go through all of that just to pass our cuties over to him.
        Children are a true blessing.
        =)

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      2. You’re right they are a blessing and unfortunately the time we enjoy their company in the home is too short. But we are happy to see they in turn love and nurture their children now they are grown and married.

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      3. stacilys says:

        That’s sweet. True values.
        =)

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  2. I like the narrowed eyes searching. He he.

    You reminded me of an old post of mine….if I may share:

    http://aholisticjourney.wordpress.com/2013/04/04/20-things-i-consider-sacred/

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    1. I was inspired by the comedian Bill Cosby and his description of his child’s birth in that latter paragraph. lol

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  3. Mags Corner says:

    Oh, I love this sweet Ian. You did very well capturing the event of birth. I had to laugh as I read what the mother had said to the father at the end of the poem. What a joy it is to look at a newborn baby, there is no other experience to compare to it. Looking in that precious little face makes a mother no longer think about all that pain and hard work of bringing that sweet one into the world. Another wonderful display of your talent sweet friend. Hugs

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    1. I can assure you I didn’t make smart remarks after the birth of both my girls Mag. lol. Why women have to suffer so through birth I will never know but am grateful Georgine was willing to produce my two beautiful daughters.

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  4. jamesfee1 says:

    Hi Ian, I know Dad (JIm Fee) enjoyed his friendship with you very much. I am sad to be relaying the information to you in this way but thought you’d like to know what happened. He had been living with me and my family here in Memphis, Tennessee since the middle of May. He was happy and we had all kinds of plans in the works. I found him lying on the kitchen floor of my home on Tuesday morning November 12. The paramedics were unable to revive him. He suffered a massive heart attack. We had a service for him here the following Saturday. He will be sorely missed by all who knew him. His loving daughter, Jan Bobbitt  

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    1. I’m so sorry to hear that. Please accept my sincere apologies! Jan. In his happier days Jim delighted in our exchanges and I will miss them. Recently he has not been on line much and I guessed he was not well. He did mention his joy in being with you so its obvious there was a warm and nurturing relationship between he and his family. From what he reported Jim has had an active and satisfying life. His had a mind that was continually searching for knowledge and wisdom and I enjoyed our chats together on the internet. I know you will miss him and so will I. Sincerely, Ian

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  5. Madhu says:

    I love your beautiful poem too Ian! Stirred a lot of fond and joyous memories, of my own experience and of awaiting the birth of my grandsons 🙂

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    1. Children are such a blessing. I cannot understand the mentality of people who abuse their trust with these precious ones.

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  6. Ian I absolutely love this! Don’t know which is better, the sedated father or mum’s response to the suggestion of another.

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    1. The sedated father would have been good at the time of Georgine’s first birth. I would not have had the courage to utter the last couple of sentences. lol

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  7. JaneS says:

    This is a lovely poem which reads like an ancient ballad. The gentle progression between scenes is well executed. It is a great topic, this mystery of birth and how that baby manages to exit the woman’s body through such a constricted passage.
    I enjoyed reading the responses which you triggered from your avid followers. I’ll add my two cents. I had both mine “naturally’ with my husband in attendance. After the birth of my first I experienced the highest high that I have ever had in my life. It was euphoric and well worth the labor to achieve it. After the second was born I waited but there was no high I kept asking where is the high? Don’t get me wrong I loved both babies equally but that moment of euphoria only came once. Except, perhaps again when my second daughter gave birth last year. You see, I had never seen a birth and so she let me watch. I got to hold one of her legs and foot as the baby crowned and she came out. Again I was euphoric so perhaps my second daughter did give me my high it was just thirty years later! What a moment! I think that my gravatar image may have been taken that day or shortly thereafter – it might be my second moment of euphoria! No wonder we all remember all the births in which we have participated during our adulthood.
    Great job Ian,
    Cheerio,
    Jane

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    1. Mothers have a unique bond with their babies which no one else can understand. But I can honestly say it was life changing for me in spite of that. I love my girls unreservedly.

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  8. Eric Alagan says:

    I love this Ian – especially the part where the well-equipped hospital had the husband sedated to keep him from interfering. LOL!

    I was with Lisa throughout her labour right up to the time when our first-born arrived. This was during a time when men generally stayed away from the delivery ward. My respect and love for Lisa, as woman and mother, ballooned that night.

    When our son was born, unfortunately I was at the traffic police station to spring free one of our expat managers – an Aussie bloke – who had knocked down a schoolgirl the evening before.

    When our last child was born, I actually suffered all the symptoms of labour – but Lisa was totally unaffected. It was as if I had taken all the pain. Weird but I would not have wanted it any other way.

    A child in the family gives such great joy – and anxiety – but we parents would not want it any other way, I reckon.

    Have a great weekend,
    Eric

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    1. I wasn’t allowed into the birthing room for our first born in India, and also not permitted for the second birth in Sydney Australia while we were on vacation from India. So I did not have the experience. I think you were most fortunate indeed. I did fall in love with my girls from the first moment I set eyes on them and cherish them to this day.

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  9. borika45 says:

    having given birth twice I was able to relate to this! You have captured the essence of birth so well. Thanks from me.

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    1. I was brave to deal with this topic wasn’t I Barb? lol

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