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Poetry from within
   

Breech


A screwed up face that makes me smile,

had me worried for a while.

Lying there and blowing bubbles

with no knowledge of your troubles



You should have been a normal birth

No complications, for what its worth!

But, my precious little girly,

you decided to come early!



With dad at work and not a car

hospital was a place too far

So I came from ambulance station

to help mum with her situation



I arrived to calm mum down

just as you began to crown

while expecting to see your head

But no! It was your bum instead!



Sweating now to give you life

I repeated call for the midwife

MacRoberts first, then hands and knees

I flexed your legs, your birth to ease.



Supporting you to catch your drop

a final push and out you plop.

A screwed up face and little “Meu”

I gave O2 for you were blue.



Pinking now and wrapped in towel

you showed your feelings with a howl,

Placenta out and midwife here

she checked you out and gave all clear



Wrapped in blankets and a shawl

we take you to the hospital

I breathe a sigh, give thanks they teach

how to deliver when its breech!

Mark Rand