The Birthing
S.A. Jones
There was room in my stomach for butterflies but not for breakfast. The midwife looked disapprovingly at my barely touched tray. ‘You’ll need your strength, love.’ ‘I know,’ I said apologetically. ‘But I’ve got snacks.’ ‘Let’s get you moving then.’ She piled my case, lunch box and books onto my bed, unhitched a lever and […]