Today marks the 5th birthday of my youngest son William. To celebrate this day, here is the poem I wrote on the day he was born.
‘Twas the night before baby, and Suzanne was the same,
Not a contraction was coming, not even a pain;
Her bags were all packed and ready to go,
In hopes that our baby would very soon show;
Our boys, Zach and Nathan, can’t wait for the day,
When baby sister, or brother, will come out to play;
And mamma sat anxious, most ready to pop,
But no water was breaking, not even a drop.
When up from her nap, Suz arose with much chatter,“
The babies moved down, and pressing in on my bladder;”
So away in our car I drove like a flash,
Speeding down country roads with no time for a crash.
My TomTom called out each turn by its name,
“Turn left,” “go right,” “do not veer from this lane;”
Then, just up ahead, hope’s pure sign did draw near,
It was the hospital entrance, “We’ve made it my dear!”
With each passing hour, the contractions grew strong,
We were anxious and tired, “What was taking so long?”
Much courage we gained from our Doula on hand,
Our team of supporters made the time pass like sand;
Thanks Marina! Thanks Julie! Thanks Jamie! Our friends.
Mother Judith, Doc Nancy, Nurse Heather—Godsends!
Those endless birth pangs brought nary a frown,
Now at last we can see baby’s head start to crown.
As baby broke forth, his hand to his face,
We were struck by God’s mercy, His love, and His grace;
On the tenth of July two thousand and seven,
Another due date baby, our third gift sent from heaven;
Eight pounds and one ounce, our new son was born,
His soft pointy head, much black hair did adorn;
Twenty inches, and one half, not too short, not too long,
Young William Dane Miller our warrior so strong.