Mozart: Symphony No.36 `Linz` mov.2 / Heechuhn Choi · Korean Symphony Orchestra
For LISA and SCOTT who have made our lives complete
October
October...October! the month of my birth and that of my first-born-- Could it be also the start of another's existence? Could my body possibly hold in its warm, dark recesses the secret beginnings of new life? Comes a gentle heaviness deep in my womb... as always before, But nothing more...nothing, And day upon day passes in trembling wonderment-- Do I dare even suspect it? Half-frightened, half-hopeful, in silence I wait...
November
The autumn rains come to water the fertile earth, to prepare her for spring seedlings now hidden deep beneath her bosom. And so my tears of joy come, preparing me for my coming season, and the new life hidden deep in my once infertile womb.
December
Today I heard your heartbeat, O tiny fetus! Through the magic of electronics midst liquid, swishing sounds spoke the soft steady "lub-dub" of your own life-blood. Doctor didn't have to tell me for I've known it many weeks, But I loved to hear him say: "You're going to have a baby." And I felt all warm and tingly all over again.
January
My son has weaned, my first-born, my babe-- now just past two, almost a child. He nestles close against my bulging form And I rock him gently... My pregnant body has withdrawn from him its warm, sweet flow of goodness, So he withdraws from me. Yet, even now, he is content to rest his head between my breasts, to sleep quietly near me-- But he suckles no more.
February
Suddenly it's all so real... the gentle flutters deep inside that come in the quiet night. Now I attend the classes-- wearing my special clothes, seeing all the other big-bellied women and life-size charts of babies being born, taking home free diaper rash ointment, incredibly tiny Pampers, and brochures from (alas!) the formula companies. Stirs within me a pleasant nostalgia of my first pregnancy year, and immense desire to hold the little one close to my heart.
March
I have busied myself-- too much so perhaps, for the pressure is great to complete a thousand things before the baby comes. Yet I feel guilt, frustration, and my own neglect of those I love most. And I weaken and weep... sleep... and try to begin another day.
April
For a moment I relax and feel the warm April sunshine, the coming-summer breezes soft upon my face, whispering through my hair, and I delight in the acrobatics of my unborn child. My little boy runs laughing across the quietly greening meadow, sprinkled with pink and yellow, white and blue; the last of the winter nestlings are flying north, and cotton clouds drift high in a cerulean sky. I am content, secure in my nest-- for this moment.
May
Days...and nights etch their way into memory, bringing summer storms, unbelievable heat, disturbing my tranquility-- and I almost take for granted the constant presence of my growing babe. Until someone sees me and says, "When are you due?"
June
forty weeks have passed contractions come hours go by filled with intense urgency stay close my husband, my love your voice becomes my strength and I am much in tune with the rhythms of my body... I cry out now-- ah, blessed moment of birth-- our daughter is here! minutes old she suckles such love flows between us I wait only for the joyous reunion with our first-born son our family is complete
July
Tonight you cry, in sheer awareness of life, and I offer you the comfort of tired arms and full breasts ...then we pace the darkened hall, feeling each other's presence until we are both at peace once more.
August
Pregnancy is past (postpartum, too, so the doctor says). Grandma has gone home --the holiday is over-- and the realities of motherhood are begun anew.
September
What happened to my precious toddler-boy, the one I bore not quite three years ago? I see but obstinance, so foreign, so repulsive --not my son at all. What happened to the mommy who was always there for only him to snuggle close to in the dark? He feels rejection now, so new and so confusing, and struggles hard to make it not be so. We are estranged, and I am so lonely.
October
She smiles at him as the first time she ever smiled, pure adoration, as she alone can give. He reaches out toward her, as in the beginning, a tender touch and genuine, but he alone must do it. An old relationship is restored, new bondings are established with a hint of sibling love and promises for a beautiful tomorrow... --10/15/1979