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You
are watching someone or something. Describe what you see and how it makes you
feel.
Mummy is sore. She says she's ok but I can see on
her face that it hurts. Really really hurts. She bends over to her knees and
moans- a bit like that cow that we saw at the farm last Summer. Moooo! She
stands up and walks around the room for a bit, then leans over the dining room
table and moos again.
'Mummy, are you ok?'
'Yes honey, I am fine. I just have a sore tummy.'
'Do you need some medicine?'
When I have a bad tummy, Mummy always gives me some
medicine.
'No,' she laughs. 'I think I'm going to have a baby
soon.'
She bends over again, her face all creasy.
'A baby! Why is the baby hurting you?'
I would never hurt Mummy. I hope baby isn't a
bully.
'Baby isn't hurting me darling, it's just my body
getting ready to push her out.'
Oh. Once I did a huge poo that really hurt. Maybe
that's what having a baby is like.
'Mummy, should I call an ambulance?'
I saw on telly once that a boy called the ambulance
when his Mum was ill.
Mummy has a drink of water and breathes slowly in
and out, in and out.
'No, that's ok. I have called Daddy and he's on his
way. You are going to have a special treat and stay at Grandma's house
tonight.'
'Yay!'
I love Grandma. She always lets me have ice-cream,
and reads me lots of bedtime stories.
Mummy sits down and calls me over. She gives me a
big hug.
'You are going to be a big brother soon. Will you help
Daddy and me once the baby is born? I might be a bit tired and grumpy for a few
days.'
'Yes Mummy, of course. I will help look after the
baby.'
Mummy smiles and gives me a big kiss.
I jump down off her lap and start playing with my
cars. I feel a little bit scared about being a big brother. What if I do it
wrong? I've never looked after a baby before. I might have to change poo-ey
nappies. Gross.
The front
door opens and Dad runs in, looking frowny.
'Are you ok?'
He runs up to Mummy and looks into her face.
'Do you need a drink? How far apart are the
contractions? Should I run a bath?'
Mummy can't answer because she is mooing again. I
wonder if the baby will pop out of her tummy in a minute, like a bag of crisps
when you squeeze too hard. Bang! And the bag bursts and there are crisps
everywhere.
'Every five minutes.' Says Mummy.
'Oh my goodness! We need to get you to hospital.
Have you phoned your midwife? Have you phoned your Mum yet?' Daddy runs around
holding his phone.
Babies cause a lot of trouble.
