Written wonderings
A personal collection of stories, poems, and vignettes.
Short. Birth story
‘Don’t tell me.’ The midwife peered up from between my legs. At the last moment, I had decided I wanted to be kept in the dark about how dilated I was. The pain was already eye-watering with contractions coming thick and fast. The last thing I needed to hear were the words 'two centimetres.' I needed to stay positive and ignorance, as they say, is bliss.