Birth Story Contest 2019

Honourable Mention

The Middle Child
by Gretchen Huntley

Gretchen Huntley is an author from Kingston. She wrote three children’s books as well as a book on her son’s journey with cancer. She is the founder of The Get Well Gang, a group of crafters who make and donate 100% cotton caps to cancer patients.  


During the beginning of Covid 2020, she turned to poetry to help her through the dark times. The outcome was a small poetry book called Reality and Me.

The Middle Child


Having child number one was normal as can be

As a matter of fact so was number three

Now number two was different; let me tell you why

That kid came into the world practically on the fly


It was very early in the morn when I actually awoke

My pains were five minutes apart; that was not a joke

Now I should have thought about it as it was number two

But for some strange reason I wasn’t sure what to do


You see my first was slow and steady,

There was lots of time to get ready

There was no whirlwind or frantic flurry

Number one was in no hurry

But apparently number two didn’t think the same

And hurry up, don’t waste time, seemed to be her game

So when I woke at 8  a.m., it took me by surprise

Could this kid be on the way as I’d barely opened my eyes?


So I called my friend who was a nurse

Not sure if that helped or made it worse

She acted like I had no brain

I had called her so I shouldn’t complain

“Get to the hospital,” she said, “right now!”

Boy she was snippy, I thought, holy cow


So off we went to the KGH

but had to make one stop

It slowed us down a little bit;

I thought my belly would pop

Now the pains, they just kept a-coming

Coming really fast

I wondered if we’d get there in time,

I was sure I wouldn’t last

We pulled into the hospital as the clock struck 10 a.m.

I sighed with great relief and then I said, “Amen”


Now the nurse acted like

I was being a whiny little shrew

Until she peered between my legs

And there was you-know-who

The nurse took another look

As I tried hard to be brave

She rolled her eyes and said I guess

We’ll have to forego the shave

And that was when it happened

I gave the nurse a bath

Water gushed everywhere

For a moment I thought I might laugh


She left that room like a bat out of hell

And returned with a doctor who seemed kind of swell

He was good looking but I didn’t care

As long as he concentrated on that baby down there


He delivered my little girl quicker than a wink

The time was ten after ten,

Well that is what I think

He stitched me up

And leaned on my knees

Said, “Well that job is done”

And he really looked pleased


He gave me a smile and walked out the door

Leaving me with a butt that was really sore

And a sweet little girl I named Tina Louise

A beautiful baby to kiss and to squeeze


My baby arrived on a very special date

Some would say that it was fate

I lost my daddy many years ago

On the very same month and day

And now because of my little girl

That sadness has melted away

Riding a Tsunami
By Janelle Connor
3rd place