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The Birth of Baby Becky

The story of my daughter’s birth

My daughter is a gorgeous girl, I grew her in my tummy. My waters broke, I was in pain, It really wasn’t funny.

“Get the f**king drugs,” I screamed. “Let’s get this baby born.” But little Becky wouldn’t budge, “I like it here, it’s warm.”

To get the little monster out, They sliced me with a knife, And rummaged in my belly, Hard, to drag out this new life.

“What’s her Apgar score,” I shrieked. I had to know right then. “It’s eight,” they said. “Oh no, it’s changed. It’s gone right up to ten.”

They swaddled her and showed me, My tiny baby girl. A tuft of dark red hair, she had, Quite straight, without a curl.

She stared at me intensely, She knew I was her mummy. I looked right back and studied her, All small, and sweet, and gummy.

My little girl is grown up now, She is my best creation. I won’t forget the day she came, And filled me with elation.

This is a true story of my daughter’s birth. I often tease her that she didn’t want to come out.