/ by Dr Margaret Aranda /
This dependent tiny being is dropped off by the stork,
entering your table just like a fork.
~Dr Margaret Aranda
But wait!
The Stork takes the Baby to the Uhmmm…. Hospital? What?
…how this could be?
…wondering simultaneously:
Then … Wait!
Why do we have to go to the hospital to bring home the babee?
Did the stork take the wrong fork, like a dork?
(I was only 4)
How do they trust a dork stork to deliver babees if he can’t take it to its own parents?
How? How could that be true? No, something’s wrong with the stork story.
“Is it ok for people to make this kind of mistake?
… with a real babee?
Huh?”
~Dr Margaret Aranda
I’m so confused!
The ‘Mommy:Daughter Bond’
Personal brand of a pond
Filled relevant content
Keep my smile, content
And kitty-corner to that
Nothing fulfills gap
If lost to mishap.
So cherish
Don’t perish
The pond.
~ Dr Margaret Aranda
The dreaded wails made my forehead pale.
~Dr Margaret Aranda
Image 3. The Great Wall of a Locked Door. It separated us like never before.
I saw my tongue was a key to set her free.
But my hands were sweating and I was fretting.
Wailing like she was dying, my hands were stickily crying as I searched for the right words to say.
I said, “Use your head!”
~Dr Margaret Aranda
“I’m sure she’s dead.”
Dread.
~Dr Margaret Aranda
” Level II Crying: Wails.”
Wails hurt your heart from the start.
~Dr Margaret Aranda
Worse than screams,
Imagine how that can seem.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Wails hurt your heart from the start.
The primal scream in a bad dream,
The alley dog lost in the fog.
Sucking you in, they pin
Your neck to your chin.
Then, to my great chagrin:
“Level III Crying: Dread.”
Dread heats your eardrums with no beat.
Right?
~Dr Margaret Aranda
“I NEED you!”
The grizzly bear was there
While you are picking your pear,
And you shouldn’t move or run,
Or surely you’ll be done.
Believe me, something is really just so wrong.
~DrMargaretAranda
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I cried, “Don’t panic! Use your head!”
Finally, finally, finally,
When we were both so spent that it hurt to be breathless,
She grew less restless.
This is the grand transition, the point of juxtaposition.
The reality of knowing that you don’t know.
~Dr Margaret Aranda
The purpose in asking for help while tasking
Needless shrieks moments gasping
Reaching up in the air
Because you suddenly dare
The mother hand is going to lift you out of the mire.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
At Level III Dread,
She went outside her own head,
Meeting me up on top
Of the rock in her sock.
Oh!
Oh my!
OH MY GOSH!
The time was finally here!
Get Excited ok!
It’s ok to get Excited!
She’s calm!
“Huh?”
On the ground
I calmed down.
I told her to put her fingers on that thingie to unlock the lock.
“Huh?”
It had to turn ‘sideways’ instead of ‘up and down.’
I felt so stupid
Explaining this
To a 4-year old
Who should only know bliss.
~Dr Margaret Aranda
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
‘Pop!’
The door opened.
~Dr Margaret Aranda
“You did it!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Helpless.
Stuck.
Alone.
Self-esteem was re-railed.
~Dr Margaret Aranda
Read Dr Margaret Aranda’s Memoirs:
Age 1: A Baby in the Sky for Father’s Day
Age 2: The Making of a Woman Intensivist
Age 6: Glistening in the Moonlight
Age 7: The Pigeon Boy, The Suction Bush and The Darkness
Age 9: Sitting on the Edge of a Cave
Age 10: Mr Bubble Strikes Again
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