Giving Birth to Joy

“It’s time!” he calls. My husband slips across the kitchen floor in knitted socks, grabs a snack; runs back to the living room.

It’s time for our evening show together. We sit close, feet touching, watching a sitcom, laughing, his hand on my nine-month womb. Feeling our son move with my mirth.

But my mind is far away… wondering when, and how; worrying about labour pains and latching…

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(please note, this was written for Dayspring on November 6th)


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