Twas the night before D-Day, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.
The bags were all packed and ready by the door
to leave in the morn to the delivery floor.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of baby danced in their heads.
Grandma on the couch, Dean and I in our room
were all settled down, for the morning would come soon.
When all of a sudden at 12:30 am.
I woke up from sleep as a tightness began.
Away my eyes flew to the clock in the room,
watching the time with each squeeze in the womb.
The lightning outside was so fast and so quick
the thunder and rain came down like a brick.
The storm all around us was setting the scene,
As the event and plots thickened unfolding like a dream.
A few hours later I was feeling the same
I woke up the dad and told him out plain
"This might be the night, that we've waiting long for,
start getting ready so we can head out the door."
About a quarter after 3, we told grandma the plan,
grabbing our bags saying we will call when we can.
Giving a smile she rose just a tad,
Saying, "Go have a baby." her face opposite of sad.
The mood in the car was calm, not too rushed
Dean made a drink stop to fuel his crutch.
As we got closer the contractions were stronger,
wanting to know progression, and how much longer.
The ER was not busy only a few people in view
Even the check in person was missing their cue.
I waited and waited for no one was there,
while contractions kept coming creating a scare.
The receptionist appeared, though slow was her gait,
not even considering me and my fate.
I signed all the papers given to me,
Then waited some more, it was far more than three.
The lady who sat in the room on my left,
noticed my belly, and quick questions she sent.
Being polite I answered them all,
But secretly wishing my name would be called.
Oh how I sighed when my black limo arrived,
To whisk me upstairs to my own private drive.
The special type gown I was told to put on
Then up on the bed to be monitored upon.
It was 3 after 4 when the machine started tracking
The nurses jumped in and started THEIR cracking.
The questions one asked were just a bother to me,
While the other one attempted to put in the iv.
The contractions of mine were getting more intense,
the questions kept coming, and iv, well, THAT was a mess!
Dean to the side held my hand close to his,
Never to part, oh the support that he gives!
With my arms badly beaten, the line finally in,
The nurses routine could continue again.
Casually checking the progression of mine
The mood quickly changed discovering I was a 9.
"Quick call the doctor!" one nurse said to the other
"I'll get set up, she's gonna be a mother!"
I on the bed, was shocked and amazed
"Here we go!" I thought, knowing my pain would not fade.
My focus this time was not like the past,
The control I once had was going away fast.
Extreme were the conditions that struck like a tac,
Like the earlier storm a few hours back.
My body was telling me she needs to come out,
But all in the room kept me without.
"Just breath" they kept saying, "your doing alright"
Not really knowing the extent of MYplight.
Then what to my anxious ears did I hear,
The glorious sound of my doctor near.
He went straight to his work, not a moment too late,
Telling me it's ok now, knowing my state.
I heard him exclaim before the clock struck 5,
hold your breath while you push, then I heard her cry.
Our sweet baby girl came, amidst the toil and strife,
Happy Birthday dear Anna, and to you, a great life!
