Yesterday, I had the tremendous privilege of being a good friend’s birth partner. This was the first time I had ever done anything like it, and it also happened to be a planned caesarean, something of which I had no experience either. So, naturally, I had to write a poem about it. This one is for you, M.
All I can see is your head
You are strapped to a bed
with what looks like pink parcel tape.
You smile and shiver while unseen
doctors work behind a screen:
to us they’re only sound and shape.
We chat about sci-fi and fantasy
and agree to disagree,
then we fall silent, you close your eyes.
On three hours sleep, you’re looking worn
and out of sight your child is born,
breaking the hush with disgruntled cries.
Birth for me was full of stress,
full of noise and blood and mess.
This gentle stillness is quite new.
I cuddle your daughter, hold her up,
as invisible doctors stitch you up,
and I look at calm and glowing you.
for sharing these first moments
as a mother of two.
(c) Judith Kingston, 2014
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