Write a day-in-the-life-story about a first-time parent and their newborn child.
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“True Love” by 🄼🄹 🅂
I sit, curled up in the middle of my queen sized bed, pressing the cold ultrasound picture against my feverish stomach. It won’t cool me down, or fill the fictitious oversized hole, but for a moment I imagine it does. I imagine that I’m still 14. I imagine that I never met Tristan. I imagine that my shoes and clothes still fit. I imagine that my mom doesn’t hate me. I imagine that I’m normal. I imagine that I’m not 15 with a child. Slight movement on the other side of the room makes me sit up. Gianna stir...
“Letter to Lucien” by Deborah Mercer
Author's Note I realise that technically this story cheats a bit with the "first child" element of the prompt. But I was so involved in it I couldn't give up or change it - I hope I'm excused! My darling Lucien, my big-eyed wriggling boy, The conflict of emotions within me is like a sky at sunrise, or at the moment just before sunrise, when all manner of gold and pink and nas...
“A Primer for Alien Babies” by A.Dot Ram
1:03am Mara never expected to give birth to an alien. No one does. Well some people maybe, she mused in the little halo of light that engulfed the soft white recliner. But Mara had no memories of being beamed up to a flying saucer, prodded, or injected. She had not even used any questionable public toilets. And yet, here he was. Mara traced the shape of his perfectly bald, cone-shaped hea...
“My Angel” by Reagan B.
“She’s an angel,” I whispered as I looked down at the baby cradled in my arms. This, the fact that my baby girl was an angel, was the only thing I was certain of. I had no idea how to be a parent, had never even wanted to be one. But looking down at the glistening eyes of my daughter, I knew that things had changed for me. I would love this sweet little girl even after death had claimed me. “Wh...
“Paper Ghosts Don't Tell Stories” by Brandi Yetzer
"Say hello to your baby boy!" a distant voice insists. My head tilts down in a drowsy slumber, exhausted from the 26 hours, 32 minutes, and 15 seconds of agonizing labor that got me to this point.My body craves sleep and a burger. It's all I can think about now that they aren't out of the realm of possibility anymore."waaaaaaa!!" The cry is what pulls me out of the numbing pain and exhaustion. My hands are grasping for the sticky red bundle and instinctively pulling him close to my chest....
“The Real Housewives of Transylvania” by Joshua Scott Hotchkin Wordpress.dungherder.com
You always hear these stories about people who believe their baby is the reincarnation of a recently passed loved one. Or maybe a celebrated figure like the Dalai Lama or a Nobel Prize winner. But nobody ever discusses the frightening possibility that their precious newborn might be the spiritual descendant of a serial killer or mass murderer. It just isn't the polite thing to consider, much less talk about. However Ma...
“Maybe It's Mabelline, Maybe I Just Hate Myself” by Lily Kingston
Content Warning: mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts The medication has taken away my ability to concentrate. To think. All my critical thoughts disappear in seconds but I still know I had them. Just wtf. And I know that’s not right because there used to be some version of me--some baby-less version of me--that used to think all the time. They thought their way to becoming valedictorian. To a 100k+ payin...
“Heart Broken” by Jane Andrews
I sit on a vinyl covered chair, my gaze resting on the tiny form in the clear, Perspex cot. It’s not really a cot – more a box on top of a trolley. Wires dangle from a bleeping machine that measures my baby’s heart rate and tracks the oxygen saturation levels in his blood. He looks heartbreakingly fragile, his clothes dangling off a body too tiny to fill them out; his sparrow-thin legs like little twigs. A cannula attached to his skull delivers life-sustaining ‘maintenance’: a sugar and water solution that is helping to keep him alive. I ...
“I Was Just Too Young To Be A Stay at Home Dad” by Blane Britt
When most teenagers upon graduating from high school were outside trying to discover what they truly wanted to become in life. I was at home tending to my 13 month old baby girl. Her mother was a 42 year old career woman so it was my assigned duty as the father to become a stay home dad at 19 teen years old. I had gotten so deep into my job that I even came up with a daily schedule. Unbeknown to baby Rebecca’s non caring...
“The Same No More” by Sam Kirk
One year, ten months, and two weeks. That is how long I have been away from home. Deployed. Overseas. It felt like an eternity. But now I am on my way from the airport. Finally. Oh, how I cannot wait to hold my wife again. And meet our little boy. Ben was born about eight months after I left. We did not even know Becky was pregnant when I was shipping out.
“We almost lost you” by Tim Law
Nicholas John, as I hold you in my arms I consider just how lucky we are to have you. Not only do you have two other siblings sadly lost before we, your mum and dad could welcome them into this world as we are welcoming you but also your birth was a miracle in itself. We were so very lucky this morning that the doctor arrived just in the nick of time (ha ha) to save you. The amount of wriggling and jiggling you did durin...
“Baby Blue Two” by Michele Duess
What was with all these tea-kettles? James couldn’t understand it. One would be bad enough. He hated tea and kettles. But here, on every burner was a kettle. And one on the warmer. All of them shrieking like someone had bottled up the soul of the river. “Tom!” he shouted, holding his ears as the sound got louder. “Tom!” His fiancé came into the kitchen. It was very narrow, perhaps four feet in width, not really big enough for two grown men. For some odd reason he was wearing a...
“Wasting her Breath.” by Len Mooring
Wasting her breath. “Well, my little one, you really shouldn’t be here at all. I’m glad I had empty bowels when I shoved you out during that last furlong. Crap and an undignified position would just have been too much. You can thank or curse alcohol for you being here at all when you get older. “For a start, you got the shitty end of the stick when you got me. However, I did refr...
“Flamingo to Rose” by Peace Nakiyemba
I don’t know what I’m doing! Not a single clue. Not a single clue! Kids should come with manuals. And buttons. Especially for the crying. I think that would be a better way to turn it off. I’m so young to be doing this. So young to be responsible for another human being for the rest of its life. Or my life. Whichever. I shoul...
“ THE FIRST TIME” by Vickie Culbertson
Advice from a mother to her adult child when she becomes a new mother: The first time I saw your face, I was in love. You were soft to the touch, and crying uncontrollably. I was so emotional looking at your distress, desiring for your free flowing tears to stop streaming down your cheeks. Your arms and legs were flailing all about. Your father first held you in his arms before I had a cha...
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