And then I
am floating
on the hospital ceiling.
Looking down
at my body.
Naked,
open,
centre-stage.
It’s pretty biological.
Must be the fucking
gas and air.
What’s that
war film where they
go into slo-mo?
There’s a beach,
must’ve D-day,
or b-day,
Or VBAC day
(chortle).
Down there
by my body,
people gather
round my vagina
Like it’s a camp-fire.
A midwife pauses,
waiting like a surfer
for the next wave.
It will come.
Oh fuck not yet.
Leave me up here
a little longer.
The door opens
and it rushes in.
Sweeping me
down from the ceiling.
Back,
all of me united in
dark, purple pushing.
Well I thought I might as well start as I mean to go on. With the real stuff that is birth. VBAC stands for vaginal birth after cesarean, which is how my second little one came into the world.
Hear my words 
Amazing, very visual and moving.
Brave, graphic and very moving. More please Anya.
I have notebooks full of them – more coming soon xxx
Loved the imagery. You are a talented writer. I still remember what you wrote about having a miscarriage and wish I had printed it off to share .
Thank you Mina! I will email you the piece I wrote about miscarriage in case its ever useful for anyone else.