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Ode To An Epidural
By Patricia Blomme
Oh, to hear the
sweet, sweet song that everyone does sing.
They talk of
the pleasure that the epidural surely brings.
Inquiring of
this wondrous fare, the doctor surely knows,
If it will be
right for me when my time comes though.
The day is at
hand and my body goes into over drive.
I ask if the
time for the epidural has duly arrived.
I look left and
I look right for the answer to be.
My partner
shrugs his shoulders and says it is up to me.
I did not know
of all the work that labor would require,
And, because at
present, I can't cope the epidural I desire.
Oh, now I know
what they say to my relief it brings.
But, nobody
said anything about the troubles that can happen.
After the
epidural needle stings.
Everything
began to slow, not that I thought it mattered.
I was told
things needed speeding up a bit,
I was showing a
wrong pattern.
So, in went
another needle, to add to all the wires and straps on me.
They even gave
me a tube so that I could pee!
Well, things
sped up and things slowed down,
I did not know
all the whys.
Everyone's
attention was on a long strip of paper full of squiggly lines.
They kept on
checking inside of me to tell me when I could push,
Even using a
little hook to make my waters WHOOSH!
I laid in bed
quite still you see, for fear of upsetting all this stuff.
Of all the
straps and wires on me I did not want to cause a huff.
When it came
time for baby, they had to help me all the way through.
For I could not
feel the urge to push, and knew not what to do.
The baby was
not coming out as fast as they thought he could go,
A vacuum stuck
upon his head caused him to have a purple cone.
After all was
said, and all was done, I sat there with a stare.
I looked down
at my precious babe,
While gingerly
sitting on a cut that led to a tear.
I never thought
I would go through birth with so much intervention.
It was natural
birth I was seeking.
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