Writespiration #120 52 Weeks in 52 Words Week 24

Sacha’s #writespiration prompt today.

The blood curdling phone call in the middle of the night.

 

The telephone shrilled in the middle of the night.
Glancing at the clock, Tina harrumphed.
Bloody phone call at 3.24am.
Dragging herself out of bed, she cursed at not putting her mobile on the bedside table.
“Hello…”
“Mrs Peters? This is DI Jones. It’s about your son, David.”
The world went black.

 

As a mother, and true family person, I don’t know what could be more blood curdling for me, than to get a phone call in the middle of the night about one of my loved ones.

In fact I dread the phone ringing late at night or early morning, because I know, 90% of the time,  it will be something bad… side effects of a big family.

Lots of joy, but many more opportunities for sad or devastating news too…


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Being Dad…


It was an innocent comment on my post Being Mum, that Rajiv Chopra, that inspired me to think like a man for once… Ok, so you all know I have a bit of a habit of dressing up, and I have also gone down the route of dressing up as the hairier sex of the species on occasion, but I have never really put myself in their shoes…at least not by thinking like, perhaps how a new father might feel… So here goes…

God, it’s not so much fun, is it, when you have to perform on command? She said tonight was a good night, but to be honest, I’ve had a couple of beers, and I’m not sure it’s a good night… for me anyway. The last time I tried to be a little amorous, she was like “No! My eggs aren’t ready yet, but in a couple of days we can…” It really takes the fun out of baby-making! Surely we just need to keep ‘having a go’ and we’ll get lucky soon enough.
But, you know, it breaks my heart, seeing her every time those damn tests come back negative. I don’t know how to get her to chill out… I know it’ll happen… I know it will. Our time will come.  It hurts me too, you know, somewhere deep inside, but I don’t show it because she gets so cut up, one of us has to be strong…
A few months later…
Ok so it happened… Jeez!!! I’m going to be a father!!! Whoa!! God, that happened quicker than I though… But hey, I always knew it would… I was starting to worry, maybe I’d been firing blanks. But no! It’s all good!!!!
Nearing the end of the pregnancy…
Wow! I wish this baby would just come, already! We had the couple of months of sickness, in fact even I made her sick at times. Apparently I can’t eat curry.  The smell made her gag! I’ve become an expert at back rubs, foot rubs, belly cradling. The guy at the 24 hour garage knows me by name. Well, where else do I go, for that odd craving for Twiglets, at 3am??!!
She was tired… God was she tired, at the beginning, but then she got this burst of energy, and how do I put it… She got a bit randy! But I was a bit tentative in my advances.. I mean, come on! My baby’s somewhere down there!!! I don’t want to hit it!
Taking of baby, the scan. Seriously, if there is a time a grown man should get emotional, it’s seeing that little swimmer of yours, turned into a real live, wriggly thing that’s eventually gonna become a baby. I was pretty strong the first time round. To be honest, I couldn’t make head nor tail of what the sonographer was showing us! I just smiled and nodded, and when she was getting excited telling everyone about the scan, and showing off the picture, I just smiled and nodded, again… But the second one. Now that was a different matter. There was most definitely a baby in there, no alien like creature! I could see the arms and legs, a face… That was my baby.  I put my hands up. As I squeezed her hand, my eyes might have been a bit moist. Proud daddy to be, showed that picture off to everyone!
She told me about the movements, but to be honest, I felt a little left out. I couldn’t see or feel anything, at first, when my hand was placed over the bump. I just smiled, and nodded. Yes, again! But there came a time when I could feel it. My, that baby had some kick! A future footy player for sure! And laying there at night, while she was complaining about her distended belly, and stretch marks…(what are they, anyway?!) I saw a ripple… I saw baby move!!! Inside her belly, I saw my baby move!!!
The day came…
Oh God, its really hurting her! I dont know what to do, to make it any better for her! Music, oils, back rubs, bouncy balls.. Those antenatal classes were rubbish! Can’t they just give her something for the pain? And maybe me too… She’s digging her nails into my hand so deep, but I can’t risk mentioning it… Every time I catch her eye, she looks at me like I’m the devil, and she curses me for putting her in this excruciating position!!! But she calms down when the contraction is done.
The doctor said the baby’s crowning… What? Oh, you mean it’s coming???!!! Oh dear God! Jeez!! What do I do??!?
Push!!!!!!!!!!
Aaaaaaarrrrrrgggghhhhh!!!
Oh My God!!!
I’m a Dad!!!!!
Cut the cord, I did. I’m so connected with my baby, a true 21st century dad!
He.
Didn’t I say? It’s a boy! Anyway, he’s a hungry little thing, feeding from mummy… He seems to have been doing a lot of that… I thought babies slept more… This one seems to be permanently attached to my former fun bags, sorry I mean to my wife’s breast!
A few days later…
What do you mean ‘sleep like a baby’??? Thank God for paternity leave, is all I can say!!! He cries all night, and whenever I go in for a cuddle with her, he seems to know… Son, I love you, but I love my wife, that’s your mum, too!!
She’s exhausted, bless her. The nights are hard, I don’t have boobs, and expressing didn’t work… I try to do the winding, heck I’ve even changed disgusting nappies! But he only settles with her…
Back to work…
Wow, even the commuter train feels like bliss… No crying baby, no nappies, other human contact. I mean with people who talk about usual things, not just the next feed, the colour of his poo, and all things baby related… I love my son, but he’s hard work!!! I’m sure I wasn’t like that, I must ask my mum…
It was a long day, but I actually feel refreshed! Back home to wife and son, and the baby life…
Oh, and can I say, babe, your belly, and those stretch marks you keep on going on about? They don’t matter… Think of them as a trophy… After all, you just completed a pretty mean feat!

You know, I can appreciate a father can feel quite the outsider in the early months of being a parent. Physically, there is nothing you can do to change that, but in those few months, just some support, the offer of a cup of tea, taking baby for a walk, giving new mum a chance for a long soak, or just a little break… Those little things help, and remember, especially for a new mum, it’s such a wrench from their former life… Everyone needs to adjust, and for her sanity, she needs time with other adults. Similarly, new mummies, don’t shut daddy out. He can’t do some things, but there is a lot he can do to help!!
You’re in it together, after all… 🙂

Being Mum…

Thankful

Motherhood is a really special thing.  It’s also damn hard work too…

We are expected to be perfect mothers all the time, but it’s just not possible.

We all have those split second moments when we almost wish them away, for some peace and quiet.

Yes, it’s true, we ALL have those moments.

I don’t think I have met one mother who truly hasn’t had that thought at least once during her motherhood stint.  Of course, I don’t mean that you wish you had never had them, we love our children dearly, but as I said before, it is hard work…

With that in mind, I wrote something, it’s fictional, but I can relate to most of it, and have experienced similar emotions during my 14-year journey to become, and be a mother…

I sit and stare out of the window, trying hard to ignore the voice calling me. It seems never ending. No one told me it would be easy, but still, come on… 24 hours a day??!! Jeez! Give a girl a break!
“Mummy!!! I NEEEEED you!”
“Mummy!!! I’m HUNGREEEEEEEEY!”
“Mummy, I fell over!”
“Mummy!!!!”
It had been a long wait, a long time coming, this motherhood malarkey… Others always made it look so easy, you know, “Hey, we’re trying for a baby!”, or “Oh look, first time round, we got the test results we were hoping for!” or the “Well, we weren’t even trying, you know, I mean it’s only been 3 months since [insert any child’s name} was born… I’m just so fertile!”
But it isn’t really that easy, well I know we didn’t find it easy… and every month, seeing that awful one line on the tests that I had stock piled, rather than 2, was the most heart breaking time of my life. Why me? I had wanted to be a mum since I was a child myself. I knew that one day, that would be my forte in life, to be the BEST MUM EVER!!!!! But they forgot to send me the memo, that my body was crap, it wasn’t working like everyone else’s, and that I would have to endure so much heartache to eventually get where we are now.
4 years… 4 years of tests, injections, medications, false hopes, disappointments, then finally that positive was in my hand… And this was one that stuck. I was going to become a mother!
The cautious way we progressed through this pregnancy… I read all the books, took every precaution that we were advised to, and it was smooth sailing. The Big Dude, up there, must have felt some pity on me, with all the struggles we had been through, and he allowed me to have an almost textbook pregnancy.
The day came when our little miracle arrived, and boy did she arrive! 2 weeks early, but with a set of lungs on her! Wow! How did something so tiny manage to be so loud??? Still, this was our little lady, our baby, that we had been waiting for all this time, and she was perfect!
Fast forward 2 months…
It’s hard work, this being a mummy! He hasn’t got the boobs, so he can’t even feed her, and he is going to work in the mornings, so the night shift is well and truly mine… Then he goes off, leaving me with little Lady Lungs, who well and truly lets me know that she want attention… 24 hours a day! But hey, this is what being a mum is all about, right?
Another 6 months on…
She’s sitting! She’s eating! She’s not eating…She’s teething! She’s adorable! She’s crying again… What have I done wrong now? What did I do in my last life to get a baby that cries so much? I’m pretty sure none of the other babies at the baby groups we go to cry quite so much…. Five minutes, please, just five minutes… oh, and a whole night’s sleep would be good too….
3 years later…
I can’t believe she will be starting nursery soon… my little Princess, growing up so fast! Thank goodness I was able to be here with her all this time, and daddy had a job that allowed me to stay at home with her. But, if only she played nicely, without constantly calling me… oh, to have a cup of tea, still hot… Oh, and she still won’t sleep through alone… it is so hard… To have those few hours peace a day… I’m really looking forward to ‘me’ time!
A couple of months down the line…
Why didn’t she cry? I left her at nursery for the first time, and she didn’t cling to me, she wasn’t bothered at all! Why not? I have given all of my being, the last nearly 4 years of my life to her, and not one tear today… What? Did she use them all up, crying at me all the time before then??
Then she came back all smiles, with a ‘drawing’ of me… its beautiful… guess what, it’s me who’s crying now!

Knock #writephoto

Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week:

“You do it!” Pete whispered.
“No, you do it!” Tom replied.
“Oh for goodness sake, I’ll do it!” Jake pushed himself forward. These other two were a total bunch of chickens!
The three of them had been messing around in the woods behind the park, and they had ventured a little further afield than before, and managed to get a little lost.
As they wound their way around, trying to retrace their steps, the boys managed to go deeper rather than get closer to the park again.
The darkness was starting to fall. It was already late when they decided to go into the woods, and now, as the trees started to take on a sinister look, they realised they were in trouble.
Tom took out his phone to call home, but the signal was nil. The same with Pete’s and Jake’s phone. At least they could use the phones as torches.
As they slowly ventured through the eerie trees, they spotted a small wooden building It was like a little grey-stoned house,with an old wooden door, and there was light coming from a window. A plume of smoke drifted out of a chimney pot.
They stumbled over roots to get to this door. Surely there was someone there to help them.
The closer they got, the more apparent it was that this was no ordinary house. The pathway up to the door seemed to be lined with bones, but with the reducing light they couldn’t be sure…
Tom and Pete began to panic, and wanted to step back. This was where Jake stepped up.
He raised his hand and hesitated before taking the rather creepy looking knocker in his hand and banging it cautiously.
It seemed an age before heavy footsteps were heard, and the door slowly creaked open…

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WRITESPIRATION #117 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 21 – Bare Walls

Sacha’s back with her #Writespiration prompt this week.

Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.

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Tell me the story of why this room is empty!

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Everything.
They took everything.
Not one fixture or fitting left to adorn the walls of this now bare shell of a room.
“If the bank are chucking us out, we aren’t leaving a thing, not even the carpet!” Rhys exclaimed.
They left, but not before unearthing a floorboard…that would make them think!

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