(Poem 56 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

My adorable baby boy
took his sweet time
arriving on this day
28 years ago after a
long few days of labor.
Being the know-it-all
new mother who
planned a water birth
with a midwife in a
birthing center rather
than the traditional
route, we of course,
ended up in hospital.
No drugs, all natural,
no cutting…became
the opposite of all that.
When life is on the line,
baby’s life, that is,
do whatever needs to
be done; that is all this
mother in labor was
thinking, having done
all I could on my own,
for my body was unable
or unwilling to end her
mission of her own volition,
having spent ten months
fiercely protecting,
I had to force her to set
aside her desires, her will,
and trust the saviors in
scrubs provided by
God to save the gift,
so I could celebrate
the man you are today.

@Mema & Grandad’s Back Porch – 56^th poem of the year