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    dots Submission Name: Birthdots
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    Author: dismal_s child
    ASL Info:    19/F/On A Carousel
    Elite Ratio:    3.24 - 451/419/172
    Words: 267
    Class/Type: Deep Thought/Love
    Total Views: 887
    Average Vote:    4.5000
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    Description:
       my description of her birth


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    She wasn't coming out. She held tight to the walls of my uterous. She wasn't ready said her father. But, the doctor swore she was, and that my life was on the line. So A week early they hooked me up to the IV and pumped me full of drugs, to coax her down. My mother stood beside me, my husband on the other side. Waiting through the night watching for any sign of her. Contractions coming and going, but she was not coming out. The morning came, the doctor came back in and said, "Cut her open". and I was pushed (shaking) into the O.R. Numb from the back down 5 minutes later, my husband held my shaking hand and she was torn from her cozy little home. When the cry came, all gurgles and wails, I felt like crying. They took her and my husband left my side to see her cleaned up, Pictures were snapped and then I could hold my child, Still laying down I felt as if I would drop her, terrified of it. Overwhelmed I handed her back to her father and they were taken from the room. I lay on the table worried about them as the doctor stapled my stomach back together again. Finally I was taken to my waiting family. My own family. Her father watching her carefully, she bundled in blankets, placed in my arms. I still don't know how or why shes ours. But, I know I have created my masterpeice. Nothing I have ever done, nor anything I will ever do will top my girl.




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      I think this writting about your little masterpiece IS one of your masterpiece works my dear.
    | Posted on 2010-01-14 00:00:00 | by SAGITTREVEALED | [ Reply to This ]
      I like the stream of consciousness feel here. I also love the rawness of emotion. Not even sex can compare to the intimacy that giving birth involves. In evokes so many emotions-- terror, sometimes helplessness, sometimes empowerment, wonder, joy etc. And of course it should go without saying that those feelings can be present no matter how that birth occurs. I think you captured that element of the experience exquisitely.

    I have to admit that I may have connected to your piece because I had a somewhat similar birth experience. I had gestational diabetes during my pregnancy and at some point before my due date it was determined that my son was growing to large and needed to come out early. On my appointed day I dutifully came into the hospital at 5 am and my midwife began to induce labor. First she broke my water, then she rubbed some gel inside me and finally she started giving me the pitocin IV. My son took almost a full day to arrive where his older brother had come in 3 hours and was almost a pound heavier. The midwife yanked at this poor baby's head, tried pulling me open wider with her hand but all in vain. He held tight inside me in such a way that I was convinced he would not be seen for at least another day. At some point the midwife pushed an electrode into his scull to "better monitor" his bp etc. When it began to drop the midwife said she was going to have to consider a c-section. She left to stand outside the door to consult with a doctor and almost as if my son felt my fear, and saw his imminent defeat he surged through me like a rocket. My husband had to scream for the midwife to come back in and she barely made it in time to "catch" him. It was as if he had pushed into this world in a fit of anger. His birthday is the 11th. I swear it was meant to be the twelfth. It just really felt like he wanted one more day where he was. Either way, he is an early August baby which makes him a Leo. Tenacious, passionate and full of fire. He is my only child with hazel eyes and the only one who is left handed. All of my children are masterpieces. Every child is. Some just make more dramatic entrances than others. Some never stop finding ways to show their how different they are than those around them.

    But despite what my Leo boy thinks, they are all different. All amazing. Remember that if you ever consider having another baby. You may think now that you will never love anyone as much as you love your daughter right now. You may be convinced that you would not recognize the miracle of another child, but I promise you would. That is the beauty of motherhood--you see the magic in each of them.

    Sorry for that side note. And I hope you don't take my words here to imply that I have some agenda to promote mass procreation. Every woman needs to do what is right for her. Creating one masterpiece is certainly a feat to be ecstatic about--and your writing is too.

    | Posted on 2009-12-13 00:00:00 | by JanePlane | [ Reply to This ]
      this was a great expience having expierenced 3xs on the fathers scale was total 100 percent amazing and the three different births i never forgotten

    well done and great topic

    sandman
    | Posted on 2009-12-11 00:00:00 | by sandman | [ Reply to This ]


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