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| New Life | |
| By brook_rivers | ||||||||||||||||||
| 29 April 2006 | ||||||||||||||||||
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Browsing through the other h/w posts for this month I noticed the theme of new life is always associated with happiness. I started thinking of situations in which this unfortunately may not be the case. For example, when another child is born in a HIV ridden africa, or a mother dies whilst giving birth. I am currently writing an extended story in which my focal, character, who is a young teenage girl, gives birth to a child she is unable to care for and has to give up for adoption. Combining these two ideas the h/w gave me a new perspective on how to write her diary entry after she has given birth, and what her feelings are. I look back on the birth day, and even through it was several weeks ago now the mixture of intense emotions that I experienced are still very vivid. I wonder what it would have been like had I not had to leave baby Hope so soon after meeting her. I wonder how all the other mum’s feel now that they have a gorgeous child safely at home, in sight, with them for always. It really was bizarre to feel so happy, sad, relieved, satisfied – as well as being in so much pain- in one moment. I can not fully describe how I was feeling – how I am still feeling for that matter. But I will try. I think the first and foremost thought going on in my mind was complete and utter relief. Understandably so as I did not have the specialist aid of doctors and nurses, and I was so terrified that something would go wrong which would cause my baby to suffer because of the decision I had made. The second emotion ripping through me was pride. Pride at the new life I had successfully delivered into the world, and pride because she was so beautiful, so pure, so innocence and so tiny! Just thinking about the sight of my little one makes me dissolve in tears. The one thing I am glad about is that I did feel pride, and an instant connection with baby Hope, because of the circumstances of Hope’s ‘conception’ my feelings may so easily have been different. Perhaps I would have felt different if I had given birth to a bo, but the fact that I loved my baby the first moment I saw her felt so natural. Thirdly I was just amazed that this little person had come from me! The wonder of life I think I shall have to term it! Then of course after a few ecstatic hours with my baby reality dawned upon me because she could NOT be MY baby. I never imagined that I would feel so much love and be so protective towards her. But I did. However, I knew and had already decided that it was impossible for me to keep her and she needed to be checked over and then taken to a family who could look after her properly. For a few moments I convinced myself that it would be ok, I would cope, love would be enough. But I had to stick to my plans. I am still unsure if I made the right decision. But however much I am hurting I know that Hope will be well looked after, and that is what matters. That still doesn’t stop how I feel though. From the moment she was born until this very second she has pre-occupied all my thoughts. I can see her little toes and tiny nose. I can hear her meek cry and feel the warmth of her against me. I took a few photos on my phone and I treasure them. She probably looks really different now; in the few weeks that have passed she may have changed beyond my recognition. That horrifies me to think that I could walk past her in the street one day and not even realise. Lastly was the agonies I was experiencing after having a natural birth. Nick desperate tried to persuade me to go to the hospital but to me the pain of physically giving birth was so insignificant to the emotional pain of leaving Hope. I have rattled on and on here trying to make sense of myself. I think this is the longest entry that I have made, but this is all going round in my head and I am hoping that writing down how I feel will relieve some of this anguish that I have. The happiness of holding Hope for those few precious hours of her life and the absolute sadness of not being able to keep my own child and build a relationship with her was and still is devastating. I wish thing had been different, but most of all I wish that my darling Hope will be happy.
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