May flash fiction contest

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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.