Pacing round my bed I wait for you.
"Take the tablets .." the nurse nags,
"They will help with the pain."
But I refuse.
The pain is necessary.
It is not the hurt of some random injury...
I catch my breath and think of you.
Tears of love welling in my eyes,
that love growing stronger with every pulsing spasm you inflict.
They try to make me hate the pain of your arrival,
but I just smile.
How can I not love you when so much effort was put into your creation?
Did I not accept the consequences?
"You don't have to feel this pain Mrs Morley...we have drugs to ease it...you don't have to feel a thing..."
But I WANT to feel...I WANT to love...I WILL survive....
Because the pain serves a purpose!
(pencil sketches of my firstborn at 4-6weeks)
Both my babies have very round solid skulls so a bit difficult to birth, but more than worth the effort :D