Norah 1923
Thirty-six hours she was in the coming. The pain of pushing my insides out, pain cutting me to blood. Two nights and a live-long day with no one to talk to. All I had was a cross old nun saying every few hours I'd be another while yet. And getting annoyed with me because she wanted to be in her bed.
Curses to the Lord. Curses on curses and pain on pain, for a night and a day and another long night. And when she finally came, she didn't come easy. Push. Push again. Push, for God's sake, push would you, push I said, push can't you? Push.
At the very last, when I could do no more, Child took over herself.
"It's coming, it's coming," said the nun. Out my daughter slithered in a rush of blood.
She was given to me and — oh! — all curled over, she was, from being inside me, her ba
