Today is the day, I consider myself as READY.
I spoke to one of my three midwives yesterday
and finally there was some excitement in her eyes
for the first time, I felt a little less number
a little bit more 'mum to be for the 3th time'.
I miss England in these times
I miss Sally, my dearest midwife.
she came around for coffee every week
from 30 weeks onwards
telling me facts and tails about labour and childbirth
funny stories about babies
you could call her any time , day or night
she was the one delivering your baby.
Stuck to your hip from one to ten.
No, whoever is there on duty or we will come back later
Don't get me wrong
I'm not complaining or scared.
I'm looking forward
to look her in the eyes
to breast feed her for the first time
to smell her caramel breath
to show her to my boys
to lie in bed for days.
The numbers are on the fridge.
The two super soft hats are on top of the baby towels
next to the warm water bottles.
Her freshly bought woolen romper suit
and super soft cotton outfit
waiting in the crib.
she decides to come a little bit later than now
I could paint some freshly plastered walls
decorate a bit more
sort the toys
clean up the shed
and crochet a bit more