On a bed, I laid facing the walls,
With my baby, inside my belly, so small.
Recalling everything that happened that day,
And worrying if my baby being ok.
The pressure of my blood, rise with no control,
The reason why, exactly no one knows,
Drugs and shots showered like never before,
But my pressure kept increasing more and more.
Then that night, my doctor came to talk,
And told me “Honey, all’s not as we thought”,
I bet I was dead for a second or so,
“My baby…?” I asked, in a tone very low.
“Your baby is fine” ah…finally she said,
Music were, those words to my ears,
Then there was a “but” that followed,
That held my breath for a moment more.
“We need to take your baby out”,
“Already, a lot of time we’ve lost”.
Those words sent me to a state of fright,
Dreadful thoughts crept off my mind.
I wished my husband were there with me,
And my parents for once I wanted to see,
What if I didn’t make it through the moments to happen?
How will I tell them how much I love them?
With scissors and knives cutting through my belly,
I lay there staring at the lights above me.
Deaden and numb I felt my body,
And my head filled with thoughts eerie.
All I heard were those metal clinking sounds,
And suddenly I heard a sound that felt odd.
I soon realized it was my baby cry aloud,
Oh my GOD! My baby is now born!
I don’t remember anything from then on,
I was in my own new beautiful thoughts,
Of a life I were to live from then on,
As a mother of my little new born.
Once again reliving that wonderful day,
Simply lightens up my little face,
And make me gaze at my bundle of happiness,
To realize how precious she is to us.
nb-> my baby is now 9 mnths old.....
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