The Night That I Got to Meet Eli
The heartbeat was declining
they wanted to perform an emergency
C-section.
My sweet guy grows pale
as they give me even more drugs
and Jefferson Airplane starts to play
the theme music for the scene.
We can have you in there and delivered in less than
10 minutes.
And I tell my sweet guy that it's all
going to be
okay.
I am quickly wheeled into another room
it's like a scene from a TV show
and still I get more drugs
and, oh shit, I'm going to vomit
and OH SHIT, I CAN'T MOVE!
It's the only time I have panicked.
And then more meds and all that
nasty nausea goes away
and now it is Amy Winehouse.
"They're trying to make me go to Rehab
and I said
No
No
No."
People are talking at me and I still sing
"Yes I been black, but when I get back you'll
la la la-la, la la la-la Elmo's World"
People talk talk talk at me
it makes little sense,
and then an angry cry.
He's a perfect, pissed off 7 lbs 7 oz
with big Fred Flintstone feet
and the anesthesiologist says
"Here he is, and he's just fine...
why are you crying"
I think
"because this is a beautiful motherfucking moment dumbass-
listen to how pissed he is."
What I say is
"No
No
No"
Off I go to recovery
to have someone watch me for
an hour
as
I
come
down.
Then, back to my room
and my sweet guy
and my new little fella.
Hi my Heart.
heidi
written for
Today's prompt was to write a poem where you say hello to someone/thing. I hope that you like it. This one is based on a true story, and the names were not changed to protect the adorable.
The heartbeat was declining
they wanted to perform an emergency
C-section.
My sweet guy grows pale
as they give me even more drugs
and Jefferson Airplane starts to play
the theme music for the scene.
We can have you in there and delivered in less than
10 minutes.
And I tell my sweet guy that it's all
going to be
okay.
I am quickly wheeled into another room
it's like a scene from a TV show
and still I get more drugs
and, oh shit, I'm going to vomit
and OH SHIT, I CAN'T MOVE!
It's the only time I have panicked.
And then more meds and all that
nasty nausea goes away
and now it is Amy Winehouse.
"They're trying to make me go to Rehab
and I said
No
No
No."
People are talking at me and I still sing
"Yes I been black, but when I get back you'll
la la la-la, la la la-la Elmo's World"
People talk talk talk at me
it makes little sense,
and then an angry cry.
He's a perfect, pissed off 7 lbs 7 oz
with big Fred Flintstone feet
and the anesthesiologist says
"Here he is, and he's just fine...
why are you crying"
I think
"because this is a beautiful motherfucking moment dumbass-
listen to how pissed he is."
What I say is
"No
No
No"
Off I go to recovery
to have someone watch me for
an hour
as
I
come
down.
Then, back to my room
and my sweet guy
and my new little fella.
Hi my Heart.
heidi
written for
Today's prompt was to write a poem where you say hello to someone/thing. I hope that you like it. This one is based on a true story, and the names were not changed to protect the adorable.
Holy cow, this was great writing! This was a rollicking ride and I loved the action here, esp the mental references to pop songs.
ReplyDeleteThis is exactly the kind of poetry I love.
You get **** (that's four stars, a classic movie rating what means excellent).
Thank you so much! - Mosk
Thank you Buddah! I am blushing, FOUR stars!!!! I am all aflutter. I like poems that tell stories and this was a fun one to write. I am so glad that you enjoyed it.
DeleteThe song part was funny. The anesthesiologist had just given me an epidural and I was immediately high. I started hearing Jefferson Airplane, and I was still coherent enough to carry on a conversation. She asked me how I felt, and I said "like Grace Slick is singing to me." She said "I don't understand" and the nurse said "She feels high." By the time I was in the operating room, I was singing out loud. I'm surprised that I remember anything at all. But I have wanted to tell this story for a while and this seemed a good prompt.
okay I'm rambling.
Thanks again for the lovely visit!
That was nostalgic. I have gone through five, and they are all memorable.
ReplyDeletegreat write, Heidi - aren't we blessed?
Hi Ninot! Thank you, we are very blessed.
DeleteGreat poem! Reminded me of my birth days.
ReplyDeleteWelcome Christine! Thank you!
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