Pinay Going Dutch: For my little Tinee-Winnee

Now for an official announcement just so everyone can be aware- I'm pregnant and already on my 34th week (how exciting!)
Pregnancy was to begin with, a challenging phase that I juggled together with my ongoing integration process here in the Netherlands. The last few months were quite difficult but in the long run, I managed to shrug off all the negative energies and focus instead on the best thing yet to come. Sometimes I still can't really believe it, I am carrying a child! As I ponder about it with my husband, we can only feel some sort of amazement and that made us feel grateful to have been blessed with this special bundle of joy soon to arrive in our lives. We can't be more prouder to say , " Our family is finally complete!"
In this note, let me share to you the poem I've made about our baby. For now she is called - 'Tinee Winee' because it is a common habit in Holland to keep the baby's actual name until he/she is born :). I've just experimented with poetry writing in line with a course i'm following now about Poetry and Mindfulness. 
Hope you enjoy my poetry. Please feel free to leave a comment below at your heart's desire! 

Pinay Going Dutch: For my little Tinee-Winnee: cough, colds and   flu- is how it started off and who would ever knew ? from there emerges, your tiny existence -completely blew me off ...

For my little Tinee-Winnee

cough, colds and   flu-
is how it started off
and who would ever knew ?
from there emerges, your tiny existence
-completely blew me off !

then my senses all went haywire
as suddenly, I began to smell
something... beyond... foul...
that i'd rather step on a barbed wire!

and with  those two red stripes-
you unveiled the curtain
on that dipping stick-
there it goes!
hundred percent certain!

As soon as your future dad found out,
on his face-curved a happy little grin

and for me... 

who is your mum to be... 

It's a  roller coaster.
 from within.

Hence my craving changes,
from week after week.
and on a daily basis,
I would rather feel weak.

my energy ,all drained
hitting rock-bottom low.
strain,  stress; 

As inside me,
like a bolt of lightning,
you grow.                              

more than that-
there's emotional exhaustion,
where your mommy felt-
she's at her lowest proportion

fingers crossed.
that you hear not,

those evenings- 

she weeps
and fears a lot.

but on a bright note
have you also heard?
mummy's sweet, excited voice
delightly calling: 'Tineee.... Winneee...'
well I hope,   for you ...
it's not a  disturbing noise!

but nonetheless
my little tinee winnee

your mummy and daddy
just can't  wait to see you
in a jiffy!

and the truth, all our space-
we allow you- to conquer!
and the  time of your arrival ,
is all we've sought after!

Soon...
In the outside world...
mummy will push you out
which may be painful, so to speak
beyond the shadow of a doubt!

But after all-
Mummy can bravely sustain 

As there is no guts , 

There is no glory

And where there is no pain 

There's no wonderful gain

for most mom -to-be's
labor must be-
God's hateful punishment
though your  mum disagrees,

for  it is indeed---nature's most-
intriguing entity
where something , widely understood
as soft.. as gentle..as  femininity
puts every woman to the highest pedestal
when she ultimately delivers a new-born
isn't that, intensely PHENOMENAL!

hence, from now on
time is ticking
and not for long enough-
water finally breaks...
ripe for its picking!
how can it be,
that's creation's mysterious wonder,
unimaginable, never explainable
if one would ever ponder
but for me, as a mother
there is just one special thing
it is - pure love 
surpassing anything else.
nothing ever.

life's mysteries,
may remain to be unsolved.
but for a mother like me,
well,  it can be resolved!
for however illogical it may sound
the first glance at your child
is overwhelmingly profound!

in  full-stop. 

The world will come.

that moment, 

beautiful tinee winnee-
seeks refuge 

in my bosom.
and from there 

I will reach 

full understanding-
of LOVE.

above all
coming in full circle
never- ending....