Post by Tiara on Jul 28, 2012 23:47:17 GMT -8
Oh, mother, don't forsake me
Take what the water gave me
Desperation. The girl is young, so young, and she reeks of desperation. She doesn't know what to do anymore. The crying, always crying, baby in her arms won't stop. She's tried everything she can think of to make it stop. Just one moment of peace, that's all she wants. All she needs.
Hot tears burn at her eyes. She bounces the baby like the book recommended, but it doesn't work. It wont shut up! How can such tiny lungs go on for so long? She paces the hall, praying to a God she isn't sure about, and promising.
It doesn't work.
All the crying and the bouncing makes the baby sick. The gooey, white spit-up runs down it's face, all over the clean pajamas. The baby starts back up on the crying.
She cries out in frustration. The stench is horrible.
A bath! Yes, a bath will get rid of the smell, and calm the baby, right?
With new determination, she throws open the bathroom door. She'll fill the tub, and the warm water will soothe the baby. Then she can sleep.
With one hand she starts the tub, waiting for the water to warm, and with the other, she strips the baby. She knows she should have one of those baby bathtub things, but they're just so expensive.
Instead, she kneels before the tub, and lowers the baby into the water.
The howling doesn't stop, it just gets worse.
"Why can't you just shut up!" she screams. She's at wits end. She holds the baby down, the water covering it's face. "Just one second of quite! Just one second, please.!" Snot runs freely from her right nostril. She swipes at it, and eases up on the baby a little, just enough for the baby to get some air. The baby coughs. The girl pushes the baby back under the water. Bubbles of sweet baby breath rush to the surface of the water. She counts the seconds. One. Two. Three. Four, four and a half. Five.
The small infant settles; no more tears. She Lets out a sigh of relief, and stands. Grabbing a towel, she dries her hands. It was so easy, she thinks, why hadn't she thought of it before?
Hot tears burn at her eyes. She bounces the baby like the book recommended, but it doesn't work. It wont shut up! How can such tiny lungs go on for so long? She paces the hall, praying to a God she isn't sure about, and promising.
It doesn't work.
All the crying and the bouncing makes the baby sick. The gooey, white spit-up runs down it's face, all over the clean pajamas. The baby starts back up on the crying.
She cries out in frustration. The stench is horrible.
A bath! Yes, a bath will get rid of the smell, and calm the baby, right?
With new determination, she throws open the bathroom door. She'll fill the tub, and the warm water will soothe the baby. Then she can sleep.
With one hand she starts the tub, waiting for the water to warm, and with the other, she strips the baby. She knows she should have one of those baby bathtub things, but they're just so expensive.
Instead, she kneels before the tub, and lowers the baby into the water.
The howling doesn't stop, it just gets worse.
"Why can't you just shut up!" she screams. She's at wits end. She holds the baby down, the water covering it's face. "Just one second of quite! Just one second, please.!" Snot runs freely from her right nostril. She swipes at it, and eases up on the baby a little, just enough for the baby to get some air. The baby coughs. The girl pushes the baby back under the water. Bubbles of sweet baby breath rush to the surface of the water. She counts the seconds. One. Two. Three. Four, four and a half. Five.
The small infant settles; no more tears. She Lets out a sigh of relief, and stands. Grabbing a towel, she dries her hands. It was so easy, she thinks, why hadn't she thought of it before?
