Fourteen Years

The Bad Stuff
Terrible pain
Shouting at Himself
Vomiting all over myself
A bit of seepage from the wound
The nurse telling Himself he had to go

The Good Stuff
The other nurse telling Himself where he could hide, so he could stay
The morphine (lovely)
Himself not minding I shouted at him
The moment when my perfect baby was handed to me and I could see she had all her fingers and toes (and in all the right places)
What was to come…

The last fourteen years have been the absolute best - Happy Birthday Number One Child!