Second miracle
By misskelizabeth
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I couldn't open my eyes
The pain relief made me high
You can still feel everything though
Things are feeling sore down below
Two hours later the moment arrived, I didn't give up my body thrived.
I pushed through the pain,
Moaned and cried.
The burning sensation, I was bursting with pride.
My little angel, Amelia her name,
held in my arms and never to be let go again.
Four weeks on, Amelia is 1 month old.
Strong, beautiful, a blank canvas to unfold.
Learning and growing day by day,
Spitting image of me in every single way.
Changing nappies and the loss of money is a burden for years, but every cloud has a silver lining and mines filling with tears.
A happy cry to cherish every day,
To Watch her grow in every way.
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Your poem made me cry, too,
Your poem made me cry, too, Katy. You tell it just the way it is - (brought back memories) pain, and all that flooding love. My youngest daughter is Amelia, too. Loved your poem.
Congratulations on the birth of your little girl, and best wishes to you and your family.
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Lovely to hear from you
Lovely to hear from you again, with the sharp memories of struggle and great joy, and the ongoing labour! I pray you'll know joy and strength and provision, Rhiannon
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Brilliant work Katie. I felt
Brilliant work Katie. I felt every pain with you! A truly lovely sister for Leo. Thank you for sharing. Well earned cherries!
Linda
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Well done to Kate on both
Well done to Kate on both counts. On the birth of her beautiful daughter, Amelia and on writing a poem worth cherries. Many congratulations.
Moya
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Powerful images, it trully
Powerful images, it trully conveys the labour of birth, congrats!
Excelsior!
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