The youngest member
It was a 10 hour labour journey..i pushed and pushed and pushed. I stuck my chin to my neck. I wasn't allowed to scream. I wasn't allowed to talk.
There was no one around me to comfort. Tears slipped from the corner, promising myself to be with the newborn all my life.
She finally came out. She was beautiful. Pink cheeks and black jet hair. I held her when was out of my vagina finally. My girl. It was the happiest moment I remember in recent times.
There was a smile on my face. A motherly smile.
In another two minutes, her crying stopped. I was curious. It was too sudden. The nurse informed me how I lost my child.
I started to laugh, wondered if 2 am was the right time to joke. She walked away and bought my child to me.
So Beautiful I whispered. But why is she not crying anymore? The nurse replied. The baby is dead.
Stunned, shocked and confused. A minute before she was wailing and now she is sleeping peacefully opposite to my bed.
My sore breast secreted milk for her but I had no one to nurse.
My body was weak but I was still willing to carry her.
My eyes were teary, but I could see her lying on the table. Still.
Why did you take her away when she belonged to me. I questioned the Lord but no answers came from the other side.
I don't wish to let her go. But they take her away from me. I forgot my labour pain. But the pain of losing her was unmatched.
No one allowed me to touch her. She was mine I screamed. Blood oozed out of my vagina, but I didn't care much.
Still standing where I was, struggling to stand straight. I was losing myself the way I lost her. Tears flowed easily even without my knowledge.
She was an angel and angels from the above came to pick their youngest member.