This isn’t true for every child but I’ve come to realize in my household, Routines are essential. My Husband, who is currently sitting behind me as I write this, says they are essential because he doesn’t like change. We won’t discuss this in any further detail. He’s a butt. However, for children and especially in my stepdaughter’s case, its a form of security.
Something I figured out, a little to late unfortunately, was always be prepared for anything when it comes to Labor and Delivery. I was looking forward to a natural labor, and had a bag packed ready to go with the only thought being that I’d have a vaginal, normal delivery and then go home in 24 hours.
I was wrong!
Sometimes, when all is consumed in shade and silence, an ache creeps upon me stealing away my peace. First it’s weight bears heavily upon my breast. Then, slowly, as if with a dull instrument it begins to hollow away at my chest. The metal burns against my flesh, singeing all it touches. Flesh burns away, decaying inch by inch. The rotting putrid scent engulfs my senses. The ache bears down upon my body, flesh in shreds and my body nothing but a barren husk as my soul is consumed in darkness.
I open my mouth to scream from behind the flames, as they rise around me. I choke on the smoke and cinders, tears boiling against my skin. Gasping, hand out stretched, can you reach me? Water cleanse me. I beg of thee, release me of this misery. Refresh and quench my soul. death and destruction is all I see. Water pour and restore the balance. Give me life.
The rain. Cascades. The rushing sound of wind against the glass. Sheets impaling themselves upon sullen objects. Echoing in the hollows, their deathly screams and cries of pain. Each drop a tear from heavens eyes. The unspoken words and sobs of the broken hearted and down trodden.
All is well within my soul. Slowly it decays, the bacteria of death slowly consuming it piece by painful piece. A smile beneath the gentle kiss of the sun. All is well within my soul. Until the moon brings truth in her watchful eye. The hollow cries in the eve. All is well within my soul. All is well.