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The Runners-Up of the 2016 Mother's Milk Books Writing Prize

As promised in the last post , here are the pieces of the runners-up of the 2016 Mother's Milk Books Writing Prize. I hope you have a chance to sit and read them, cup of tea to hand, and to be able to savour the authors' lovingly-crafted words. Poetry Category (Adult) Prenatal Ski After several months in this bed ghetto observing my stomach rise ab...
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Results of the 2016 Mother's Milk Books Writing Prize

I am very happy indeed to be able to share the results of our 2016 Writing Prize. A huge thank you to all those who entered and made this competition a real pleasure to oversee. And many thanks too, to the judges Becky Cherriman and Rebecca Ann Smith for their hard work in reading, sorting and making final decisions. Please note: keen-eyed readers ...
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Results of the 2016 Mother's Milk Books Pamphlet Prize

 

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‘If, for Childbirth’. A poem by Nadia Raafat

I am ever so pleased to be able to share this poem, written by Nadia Raafat (one of the contributors to Musings on Mothering), on this blog. Thank you again Nadia for giving me permission to publish your thought-provoking poem here.If, for ChildbirthIf you can keep your faith when all about youAre losing theirs – instilling fear in youIf you can trust your body’s path to birth when loved ones doubt youAnd know that this is what your body’s meant to do.If you can plan a due month not a due dateRemembering babies come at their soul-appointed timeSo that at your 41 week appointmentYou do not feel ‘overdue’, or ‘past your prime’.If you can wait and not grow tired of waitingFor a posterior cervix reluctant to dilateAnd despite two sleepless nights of cramps, frustrating,Ignore a negative or fearful mental state.And if you finally transfer in, and are inspectedAnd find you still have many hours left to goCan you find the trust and strength to still be patientAnd to epidurals and syntocinon, still say ‘no’.If you can close your eyes and turning inward,Surrender to that mighty force insideAs it throws you to the edge of your existenceAnd let perception, bone and sinew open wide.If you can follow your instinct into positionsWhich enable good descent and pelvic spaceYou’ll have no need for ventouse or obstetriciansTo mar the crowning of your baby’s head and face.If you then fill the birthing room with grace and presenceAs your newborn crosses worlds with searching gazeAnd with warm and tender whisper guide her gentlyTo your naked warm embrace, your heart ablaze.And if, from here, you fill each post-natal minuteWith sixty seconds worth of loving run.Then you have honoured Birth and the Spirit in it.And your journey as a mother has begun.NADIA RAAFATNadia wrote this poem when she was pregnant with her third child – who is now three and a half years old.Nadia is a Mother, Yoga Teacher, Birth Educator, Doulawww.batterseayoga.com

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