Everybody Cried
The biggest push - I was sleeping when I heard the woman...
I was sleeping when I heard the woman scream. It sounded like she were being tortured and I felt so helpless to do anything from where I lay.
‘Bastarding hell! Get him out!’
It was not getting any better as she began to swear louder. Her face was red and sweaty and I wished I could somehow share the load of her agony so that it might be easier for her to bear. Then suddenly silence fell again.
The quiet seemed to last forever though I knew deep down that it was merely a brief respite, the calm before the storm. I decided to get myself as comfortable as I could despite the suffering which was so unfair. I longed for a deep sleep to carry me away though feelings of anxiety did not permit this escape. I promised myself I would not get involved as I curled myself into a restless ball in the hope the moment would pass by. Though guilt told me this was somehow all my fault, and therefore I had to help her in some way. So I opened my heart to share the loneliness of a woman I did not know. Then suddenly the cries began once again to torture my ears. Louder than before this time.
‘Come on will you…Come on bastarding hell! Christ help me.’
I could stand it no longer, I had to help her before things got too messy and we both got hurt. I gathered all my Yin and Yang together for the final push before I charged head first into the torture room where she lay.
Iciness touched my skin and bright light stung my eyes with my first tastes of discomfort and pain.
Once again the crying ceased and I looked at the woman who reached to pull me into her arms from the first. Though we had only just met it felt as if me being with her was all that was needed to ease the pain and rekindle the delightful warmth once more. Then she hugged me to her waiting breast and kissed me tenderly on the head. My first mouthful of nutrition and affection both of which I would grow to need.
‘7lb Pat. A boy. A boy..’ I heard the voice of a man cry with joy.
‘Jonathan.’ The woman whispered into my ear, ‘Jonathan Brown.’
‘Bastarding hell! Get him out!’
It was not getting any better as she began to swear louder. Her face was red and sweaty and I wished I could somehow share the load of her agony so that it might be easier for her to bear. Then suddenly silence fell again.
The quiet seemed to last forever though I knew deep down that it was merely a brief respite, the calm before the storm. I decided to get myself as comfortable as I could despite the suffering which was so unfair. I longed for a deep sleep to carry me away though feelings of anxiety did not permit this escape. I promised myself I would not get involved as I curled myself into a restless ball in the hope the moment would pass by. Though guilt told me this was somehow all my fault, and therefore I had to help her in some way. So I opened my heart to share the loneliness of a woman I did not know. Then suddenly the cries began once again to torture my ears. Louder than before this time.
‘Come on will you…Come on bastarding hell! Christ help me.’
I could stand it no longer, I had to help her before things got too messy and we both got hurt. I gathered all my Yin and Yang together for the final push before I charged head first into the torture room where she lay.
Iciness touched my skin and bright light stung my eyes with my first tastes of discomfort and pain.
Once again the crying ceased and I looked at the woman who reached to pull me into her arms from the first. Though we had only just met it felt as if me being with her was all that was needed to ease the pain and rekindle the delightful warmth once more. Then she hugged me to her waiting breast and kissed me tenderly on the head. My first mouthful of nutrition and affection both of which I would grow to need.
‘7lb Pat. A boy. A boy..’ I heard the voice of a man cry with joy.
‘Jonathan.’ The woman whispered into my ear, ‘Jonathan Brown.’

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