Hours have passed, she’s not sure how many.
Seems like alot, but then again maybe none at all. Nothing here has changed, it’s still loud and cold. Faces have been coming and going, some of family, some of strangers. There’s constant noise. A continuous hum of chatter tries to muffle the monster of worry that is taking over her, but it’s a losing battle. Everything hurts, the pricks of needles are now one too many, and this bed is becoming unbearably distressing.
She takes a deep breath and looks around
Screens and beeping machines are tied up to each other and to her, while watching the rise and fall of her body and pain, she listens to the rhythmic beat of new life echoing from one of the monitors.
It’s now almost midnight and the 9 month journey is coming to an end. It’s loud and bright, cold yet she’s sweating. All sorts of devices are clanking on sterile metal trays, some are whirring, people are talking, tension is so high you can barely see it. It feels like jumping, falling, spinning out of control and barely seeing clearly, it’s like a haze has fallen upon her dark brown eyes, eyes that are shedding a single tear in the hurricane of needles, doctors and nurses.
Another deep breath.
Just like the sunrise, peaceful, warm and quiet, her angel came to her arms. The hurricane has subsided to a warm breeze twirling around them both, engulfing them in bliss. The sun rose and lit up his face, the way it lights up blossoming tulips in the gardens of hope. His tiny nose and mouth nestled between rounded cheeks. His eyes closed as he sleeps soundly, she watches his chest rise with every breath and his fingers twirl around the edge of her palm, looking for something to grasp onto. This is when she became his castle, no matter what storms are coming ahead for him, her rooms will be his shelter, her gardens his playground. He will learn to walk on her smooth cushioned floors, and will learn to talk over breakfasts and dinners. His laughter will be always echoing in her high ceilings and his cries answered within her vast walls. She will be his home.
Beads of sweat glistened on her forehead the way diamonds shine on crowns. She holds him tight to her chest, he opens his beautiful dark brown eyes.
A son and mother are born.
Simply Hala 