I am going into labour work...
The symptoms are intense...
The contractions drive me crazy
And they come every 5- to 1 minute,
I am restless...i need some help
To get through them...
I am getting close to the end...
I am trying to let my whole body
To relax...
I am fully dilated...10 cm...the pain
Is getting stronger...my baby is pushing...
I am trying to remember some breathing
Techniques...oh! ...
The head is appearing...can you see it?
Can you see it?
The body is sliding down...oh! ...
My baby...my baby...blood...our blood...
I lick her...I eat my placenta...I stimulate her tenderly...
My baby cries...I wrap and put her onto my stomach...
Amazed I talk to her and her name is Poetry...
She recognizes my voice...she is everything to me...

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