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I was told that I was a special winter baby,but also that it was a long strained birth that my mother endured. My mother told me that she was in labour for around nine hours, before I even started to show signs of coming into this world. I was a late birth, as i was supposed to have arrived on 27th December 1977, but did not surface until Tuesday January 3rd 1978.

It was a cold day on that day, when i popped my head into the world; with the nurses telling my mother that i had a good set of lungs on me, with the amount of screaming that i had been doing. Mother also told me, that as soon as i was born i was placed in her arms; in which my mother could not believe she had given birth to such a big baby. I weighed around ten pounds, and mother was told by the nurses that i was a very healthy strong child; even though I was the biggest baby born at that hospital in a few years.

We lived in a four bedroom Victorian house, which was in a quiet street in Haggerton, London. My father was born in Ramsgate, where my mother was East London born and bred; as she was born in Stepney. The first few years of my life, my mother told me that I was a very good child; as I rarely got on mother’s nerves so I was told, as father often winked at me when mother told me this story. It was only when I started to walk, did mother have to have eyes in the back of her head when I was on the move. Apparently, I was forever going into the cupboards, and made a disarray of things by throwing everything onto the floor, making quite a mess for mother. Every year we had a holiday in Ramsgate, where we visited my father’s parents. My mother’s mother dies when she was twenty years old, and her father remarried and then moved the Essex with his new wife. Her older brother Stephen, had since married a Spanish lady, and then he moved to one of the Spanish islands with her. She still has contact with him, but we never got to see him as much; which was just like her father, even though he was only in Essex and could have easily visited. My uncle Stephen never attended his dad’s wedding, as he was so set against the marriage, which mother explained that it was because he was such a mother’s boy. My father’s parents, looked upon my mother as their own child; always being there for her when she needed help and support, as my dad was their only child. There was nothing that my grandparents would not do for my mother; and you could see just how much she too loved them back. Growing up, mother never really spoke about her mother, but she always had a picture of her on top of the China cabinet; where every birthday and Christmas she would place a rose next to her picture. I did not remember those early holiday years in Ramsgate that clearly, but I do remember when I was about four year’s of age sitting on the beach with my bucket and spade; as my father and mother helped me to build sandcastles. We would go to Ramsgate at the same time every year for two weeks, which was in the industrial holidays of July and August. We would also go down on the odd weekend or so, when my parents managed to get the same days off together.

Father started his working career as a bank clerk, in one of the leading banks in Ramsgate; finally getting a managerial role in one of the company’s banks in London’s East End, where it was there that he met my mother. My mother worked for a busy ladies wear factory, in the financial department; and often would go to the bank to pay in money from her company. It was there not long after mother being seen to regularly depositing money, that my father swept her off her feet, and a few years after they were married I came along; little miss Amanda Daniels. I was told that my father was a very old fashioned man, and he courted mother for about a year before he asked her to marry him. Mother told me that every week without fail, he would bring her a bouquet of flowers; which were her favourite chrysanthemums, as well as sometimes bringing her a box of luxury chocolates. Mother also told me, that at first she thought that my father was not interested in her, as it took him so long to get his act together. It took him just over six months before he even kissed her, and she was beginning to give up on him; as she so longed for that first kiss. Mind you, i knew she was only joking, as i knew my parents were just as much in love now; as they were all those years ago, as every time we are out, they still hold hands, as father looks on like a proud peacock. I just loved those first few years going to my grandparents, and spending time on the beach with them. As well as sitting in the garden playing with my dolls, as I watched grandpa totter around in the garden; where he would stop and pull faces at me which always made me laugh.

I had started mother’s and toddler’s in the September of my fourth year, ready to get prepared for infant and junior school. I loved being in school, as I got to see a lot more children with whom I could play with, without going around to their homes to play; as I used to play with the girl next door called Vicky, who was not always a nice a nice girl.     My mother would not let me go round her house as often as i would have liked too, because one day my mother saw her pulling the wings off butterflies, and pulling the legs off spiders which mother thought was cruel. I did not mind too much however, because I did have friends at school; and I was quiet content playing in the garden with my dolls.


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Baby using inhaler and spacer.

Baby using inhaler and spacer. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It is so hard living a life with asthma, with medication to help sustain life.

As your lungs close up and tighten, with a pain that cuts like a knife.

As I awake with my lungs very empty, as I reach for an inhaler to breathe

Two puffs of the blue the same with the red, as I now wait to be relieved.

With allergens and dander’s a life’s nightmare, and with aerosols and a world full of dust,

Gives my asthma inconsiderable problems, where medication I know is a must.

No longer can I run or exercise, for I am aware of my asthmatic life,

For the long lonely days that I give in to rest, with medications giving me strife.

As I sit in my window watching others play, and come back

From the earliest of morning, and most of the day,

As for me I make sure my inhalers are ready

In case of that dreaded asthma attack.

Of the days that are too bad, I get steroids to take

And for me to battle on each and every day,

With antibiotics to help my body awake

In a lifestyle of inhalers, that’s my road and my way.

With the wheezing and breathing taking its toll on my day

As I hold my hands tightly, where on knees I do pray,

For my day to go smoothly and for medications to kick in

As I see my friends playing in a game I can’t join in.

But I am lucky in having no wires to plug in

Of oxygen masks or further battles to begin

As I just rely on the thing I know best

And not over exhort my body, but give it some rest.

So now to my bed with one final will,

That my asthma relaxes, with my nightly breathing pill

And to gives me the strength to get me through this long night,

And hope that my asthma

Will give up its fight.


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There is nothing more beautiful in this life

Than the sweet gentle smile of a child,

The presence of innocence

The joys to be wild.

The love that they give you

In their childish ways,

From the day of their birth

To the ending of days.

The knowing they’re loved and protected

To keep them safe in the world that they know,

When capturing their childhood memories

In pictures and thoughts that will grow.

The laughter in playtime encounters

And comforts in mishaps they share,

Tomfoolery and tricks played on you

Is a child’s life we all bare?

We grasp at their tantrums and behaviours

As a learning to understand their ways,

As we encourage them to learn our teachings

In which we give all of our love

And all of our praise.

When they hurt we find we hurt with them

And comfort them so lovingly mild,

There is nothing more beautiful in today’s life

Than the sweet gentle smile of a child.


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Blessed be the mother with child, for taking me through the past weeks.

And who is now preparing me for my final stage.


Week 25 my skin is still like a puppy, all wrinkly and creases.

So I give to you constipation and the discomfort to sit down.

Week 26 my hearing is fully developed, I hear your music and my pulse increases.

I give to you rib pain as your muscles stretch.

Week 27 I can now get a thumb in my mouth to comfort me. I cry when you cry.

So I give to you stretch marks, and a large amount of weight gain.

Week 28 my brainwaves now show rapid eye movement, so I now dream.

For that I give your leg cramps, swelling of ankles and lack of sleep.

Week 29 I now develop a skill to learn, and how to acrobat, as there is less room inside your tummy.

With this I give you relief, excitement and anxiousness of motherhood.

Week 30 my eyebrows and eyelashes have developed fully as is my hands and my fingernails are growing.

For this I push on your ribs and give you discomfort

Week 31-32 I can hear distinctive sounds like voices and music.

I give to you feelings of increasing excitement and anxiousness

Week 33-34 I move less now as I have run out of space, so I curl up.

I give to you extra weight gain as half is my own.

Week 35-36 my lungs are now fully developed, as I drop lower in your tummy.

For this you alternate between fatigue and extra burst of energy.

Week 37-38 I am getting rounder by the day, and skin more pinky.

For this I offer you a few more weeks of pain and crankiness.

Week 39-40

With everything grown and strong, my head is now dropped into place.

For this your sense of gravity has moved.

I give to you in 40 weeks, a body you once knew, change into something that sets every emotion in your body quivering; to allow me to grow safely within you. On the day I am ready to face the world, I give you tremendous pain, as you prepare me for my journey.

After all of this dear mother you give me life.

Blessed is the mother with child

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