(February 15/08)
Twelve days until my push into the world, that first grunt, head pointed, an inversion of skin and tallow. Thankfully the pediatrician didn’t have to use the shoehorn-speculum, forcing it between my dear mother’s ovum-ketch and the base of my skull, barely missing the kip of my Flatbush fontanel. I wonder, I do, whether a colporteur might have been within peddling reach, a tome-case of first edition King James’ and a packet of Wriggle’s Pepomint gum. Shoehorn-speculum and the smell of wintergreen and janitorial cleanup. Stranger things have happened, I suppose, like a colporteur with a hacksaw singing a wren’s-aria, feet firmly implanted in the checkerboard-checkers, black and white, white and black, black, white, white black. My birth-birthing, doula (a woman who is experienced in childbirth and who provides physical, emotional, and informational assistance and support to a mother before, during, or after childbirth) doodling a fair to middling day, as fair to middling days go, one might suppose. Simple-simpering foolscap, not a moments rest for the grunt-weary and incontinent, no such luck at all.
Twelve days until my push into the world, that first grunt, head pointed, an inversion of skin and tallow. Thankfully the pediatrician didn’t have to use the shoehorn-speculum, forcing it between my dear mother’s ovum-ketch and the base of my skull, barely missing the kip of my Flatbush fontanel. I wonder, I do, whether a colporteur might have been within peddling reach, a tome-case of first edition King James’ and a packet of Wriggle’s Pepomint gum. Shoehorn-speculum and the smell of wintergreen and janitorial cleanup. Stranger things have happened, I suppose, like a colporteur with a hacksaw singing a wren’s-aria, feet firmly implanted in the checkerboard-checkers, black and white, white and black, black, white, white black. My birth-birthing, doula (a woman who is experienced in childbirth and who provides physical, emotional, and informational assistance and support to a mother before, during, or after childbirth) doodling a fair to middling day, as fair to middling days go, one might suppose. Simple-simpering foolscap, not a moments rest for the grunt-weary and incontinent, no such luck at all.
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