I had just left my baby,
breathing –
– just –
had just stepped into the lift
when the hospital porter joined me,
a blanketed bundle cradled in his arms.
‘So sorry love,’ he said.
‘Didn’t know you would be here.
Just didn’t make it, this one…’
and he pressed the button for the Basement.
I stepped out of the lift,
one twin left upstairs,
breathing –
– just –
but I just had to get home
to feed his little sister.
Our third baby turned out to be twins. At 11 days, after my asking and asking about his health and being sent home with the comment,”That’s two lovely babies you have there. Why all the fuss?” D was admitted to hospital the very next day with a heart problem which required immediate surgery. This really happened as I was leaving him one day.