Thirty-seven weeks today

It’s almost time to come out and play.

Counting contractions, “Make it STOP!”

So, I kicked and kicked, OOPS, what did I pop?

Mom grabbed the hospital bag; dad grabbed the car seat

“We’re having a baby, our life is complete!”

We arrived to a place, bright lights and sterile

I heard monitors beeping and a baby carol.

I’m the star of the show,

Everyon’es eyes on the ultrasound,

So I did a karate chop

and a little bouncin’ around.

Cold, clammy, tachycardia.

Why is everyone so nervous?

In come a team of nurses

“Now it’s time to take a look at you cervix”

Next they gave mom a special Pitocin potion,

And my body was overcome with a contant commotion.

Before I knew it, I was beginning my travel,

Through the birth canal, so careful, I’m fragile.

Push, push, bear down

“Honey I see her, she’s starting to crown”

I begin to see light at the end of the tunnel,

Thanks for pushing mom,

Hope it wasn’t to much trouble.

I felt my head bending, thanks to my fontanel,

My mom was screaming, and she is no Adele.

Moments later I entered the planet

Cold air hit me like a slab of granite

Tears began streaming down mom and dad’s face

Skin to skin contact, I felt love in their embrace

Dad, what the heck why did you snip,

My jump rope and replaced with a clip!

18 inches. 6 pounds, 5 ounces.

IT’S A GIRL! The doctor announces.

I love my new life, here on Earth,

This is the story of my birth.