There is no way of knowing. It could be filled with exuberant familial bliss. It could be exhausting or frustrating. It could be the blackest of times—the end of all we hope for. Screaming pain and fearful forces will challenge our limits. End result? A new life to joyfully rejuvenate… perhaps.
At this early stage, I entrap excitement about the potential future; fortify my mind to all possibilities. Each day between then and now will be a yawning drudgery of shops and traffic, cleaning spoons, plumping pillows. Always waiting for what may never be and what could be… everything.
Nice. A grand mixture of feelings. I volunteer in a NICU. I can relate to the sudden shift from excitement and hope to heartbreak.
What is this intruiging story about? You can’t “rejeuvenate” a “new life.” Why did the narraor’s voice change from “we” to “I”?
Its probably best if he/she who wrote this answers, but as a _reader_ I felt like I had to give my reply. To me, this drabble is about parenthood soon walking to the narrators doorsteps – so to speak. “We” in the beginning because its two of them, and then “I” because he explains something from his perspective, leaving his other half outta it, for those lines.
The narrator doesnt imply that new life can be rejeuvenated, but that _it_ (the new life) may rejeveunate theirs( the parents) , possibly.
This is how I read the drabble. I think its a good drabble. Theres a lot of literature out there about the joy of becoming a parent but not that much about the pre – birth dread.
I hope I didnt come off as arrogant in my reply. Hey, maybe I even read the drabble wrong.
Anyhow, good story.
David,
Thank you for your answers to my questions.
I enjoyed this… Good work.