All with no anesthesia

Giving birth never gave me much thought
while expecting, why think about the inevitable
but in between contractions
I could hear the moaning
of centuries of women,
an opera of labour,
I saw them squirm,
smelt them fear,
all feeling the same impossible math
trying to solve the puzzle
of a head getting through a hole
that can’t be stretched so wide
if you think of it
but it can
and time after time
children came out of me
and there was nothing to it.

Comments on: "All with no anesthesia" (18)

  1. Only one natural out of four, but pain medication was used. smiles

    • πŸ™‚ Hi Michael

      It is nice you remember, I think most men have no clue? lol

      Thinking about it, I wish I could have had some of those meds btw.

      I just wrote this trying to write a poem straight out of life, and then I realized somewhere in the world it is Mothers day today, so I posted it promptly without cutting rough edges, so to speak. Hope it still is a poem πŸ™‚

  2. The strength of a woman…..

  3. Ina, what a great birthing poem – I remember those thoughts well of trying to “solve the puzzle”. My first son had a larger than average head, and… well, you know it seemed like an impossibility! But he made it… 41 years ago. πŸ™‚

    • Hi Betty, thank you very much!

      Ouch that sounds painful! I still can’t watch childbirths on tv lol, I just start pushing too! πŸ™‚

  4. A fantastic piece of work – it’s rawness is its strength.

  5. A great birthing poem, echoing back into the whole history of human kind brought forward into a single powerful experience.

    • Thank you Thomas. Giving birth is special. And every day it is done millions times over! Amazing… πŸ™‚

  6. Ah, really nice Ina – we men have it so easy! πŸ˜‰

  7. Sorry for the delay – I am still catching up!

    A great poem about birth!

    I actually wish I had experienced it fully but after 17 hours of impossible labour with my first, it, and then succeeding births, all ended up as C sections.

    Used to bother me but not anymore – just grateful they were all healthy.

    Love and hugs x

    • Hi Christine, thank you, labour is a word that says it all πŸ™‚ C section or otherwise!

      Love and hugs x

  8. As I have never had children, I read this as a birthing of so many changes in life…from impossible to–as the Zen says–‘it loved to happen’…

    But read either for its literal or metaphorical meaning, this is a wonderful poem!

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