The house is quiet. The washing machine whirs, the soap nuts safely tucked in their pouch as they clean Sophie’s clothes. She hiccups in her little chair, having been fed and changed. She yawns, a bit of milk residue clinging to her tongue. Neruda chews on a buffalo tendon. The heat sizzles outside. I press … Continue reading
Three weeks as a mother. I close my eyes and hear the rain pelt against the window. How long has it been since it’s rained? I’ve felt a bit like a prisoner lately, confined to our condo as the heat soars and I protect little Sophie from the humidity. Lately, I’ve been contemplative. Amazed by … Continue reading
Day 1 – May 30, 2012 3:51a.m. I look at you, this minute being who has been powerfully fighting inside me to come out for 52 hours. My contacts are dry. I haven’t eaten in what feels like years. I am in desperate need of a shower. The area between my legs has been through … Continue reading
Wednesday, May 30, 2012 3:51a.m. I look in the mirror set in front of me. My face is crimson. I’ve been pushing for two hours. Somehow, after much protest, I’ve ended up flat on my back, with my knees in the air. I’ve been going at this for exactly 52 hours. I can see her … Continue reading
