FIFTY-ODD YEARS AGO
Back then The Pill was only available to married
women, and I wasn’t married, so my first visit to the ante-natal clinic was
fraught with embarrassment. When the nurse said I would miscarry unless I had
hormone injections, and suggested it might solve my problem, I was reduced to
tears. My boyfriend and I wanted this baby, I told her.
I was injected so often my backside resembled a pincushion,
and despite the stress our baby flourished.
We had four children in all, with injections each
time, and they are worth every blunt needle.
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Fact this week instead of fiction - once I spotted that pincushion I couldn't think of a different story. Those children have given me five grandchildren now, and I consider myself very fortunate to have all of them.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Jean L Hays for the photograph.
