After Petra’s birth, I started losing weight.
Then it stopped.
The weight came back.
I was breaking out.
I complained to him.
He joked, “Maybe you’re pregnant.”
I looked at him.
He looked at me.
He bought three tests from different brands.
By the time Michelle confirmed I was pregnant,
Padme was already four and a half months nested in my womb.
By the time I was in labour,
after hours of breach and turning,
I was on all fours,
her head between my thighs.
her umbilical cord wrapped around her neck,
facing the wrong way,
the rest of her body still inside,
shoulder stuck,
her face turning purple.