Mothers day

It really started on 17th, at about 11.30, after all around had settled for the night .

But inexperience made me think it was indigestion, By 3 am, I was worried it was the thing..

My sister who woke up , to see me agonising says..., oh poor you, didn't you sleep? .Wait, il call mom.

Mom had an anticipatory smile, yeah..It's time she says.

My fast asleep bro, irritated, to be awakened so early, cries, of course not, it can't be time, don't be silly ..Let a guy sleep for God's sake.

Dad's away on work,  hubby at his place, so neighbouring uncle steps in, and off we all go, to the hospital, as precision planned.

A small hitch....  my regular doctor is on vacation.
Oooops, its a  male doctor who walks in.

But at least, he looks nice and comforting..I'm shivering with cold,( the huge matron scared me into keeping the fan on, after I had switched it off twice..Who is switching off the fan, she had roared, while I had pretended not to hear).
Right now all I  want is it off..Badly ..Very badly...If only somebody stood up for me and switched it off, right into the matrons face, I would be fine,  I think..

My new doc, asks me what's wrong..I'm cold, I whimper,  and she won't let me switch off the fan.

She is stupid, don't mind her, he says brightly, switching off the fan for me.

I am glad..I have my saviour..Now nothing can go wrong, I decide.

Three or maybe five hours later I'm not so sure..The struggle is just not ending..I remember the pact me and hubby had...If it's a boy, we opt for another, or we stop at one.

To hell, I  decide unilaterally, boy or girl, this is the last!......I'm through with making babies for a life time.

As if on cue, the imp  pops out, victorious!

HBD AB!