A Christmas Birth Poem ’Twas the night of her due date And all through the house Not a sound could be heard And the lights were all doused. It was after her 50th childbirth book That something inside of her snapped like a hook. She wanted to have her new child right here At home, without pain, without stress, without fear. So everyone present was quietly chatting Our heroine’s eyelashes not even batting. In spite of her spirit of undaunted courage Our lady was feeling a wee bit discouraged. The cause of her problem was really quite plain— Her womb was at rest, she was feeling no pain. But alas! We have reason to not give up hope With a swish and a swoosh, her old amnion broke. Well now all those present felt lighter of mind With those hours of waiting and wishing behind. Soon our tough uterus started to thunder And pains were each coming two minutes or under. Mama to be was just panting away Dry in the mouth as a sack full of hay. “Oh, dear!” she exclaimed, “I feel pressure below. Could this be my baby? I really don’t know.” No sooner than spoken some hair did emerge And our heroine’s pushing increased in its urge. A head full of curls soon appeared, thank the Lord, With no signs of distress and no tightly wrapped cord. The shoulders and body slipped out with facility Producing a feeling of calm and tranquility. A cry was soon heard and then laughter escaped. A new life begun here, at home, and safe. — Laurie Belch First published in Midwifery Today, Issue 24
Posted on: Sat, 06 Dec 2014 11:49:46 +0000
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