Mythical Midwife

It starts with a fun thing

It’s like a new toy

That can tell if your baby’s

A girl or a boy

But now you are told

Things aren’t looking so good

Seems your baby’s not growing

As fast as she should

The kind Midwife you see

Tries hard to reassure

She has been ‘round a while

Says she’s seen it before

Says it’s like when you go out

And don’t take a coat

And the skies open up

And you’re suddenly soaked

‘Cos the app on your phone

Said that it would stay dry

And you didn’t even think

To look up at the sky

Says her hands have caressed

Many hundreds of bumps

And yours feels the right size

With it’s small moving lumps

And those scans can be out

‘Much as 20 percent

Putting fear in your head

Is not what was meant

We act on these reports

Though they’re not always right

But on paper it is there

In bold black and white

It’s not just childbirth affected

In this age and day

We now live in a world

That can’t process the grey

Some very small babies

May struggle to thrive

And around one in 1,000

Just might not survive

If we’ve ruined your birth plan

By making you worry

All we can say now is

We’re terribly sorry

If your baby is well

And her life has begun

Then let us be thankful

She was not the “one”.