Before Betty, there was Clara. Our first sweet girl, who was due on Christmas Day and born on Christmas Eve. Today she turns five! She’s really such a perfect big sister to Betty – a cheerleader, support and friend to her. So today I’m sharing the poem I wrote to tell Clara’s birth story. Here you go, friends. And Merry Christmas!
Twas two nights before Christmas, and all through the house
Eagerness built, as I called for my spouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
But the space neath tree empty; no presents found there
“Bring your iPhone” I yelped in a weary worn struggle,
Then fell in a chair; the cat wanting to snuggle
In moments he came; my husband appeared
And handed phone over as he quietly cheered
Finding the app, installed days before
“contraction counter” timed as I slumped on the floor
Then rising in pain between a scream and a cry
I heaved and wrenched, then melted to sigh
Near 24 hours had passed of labor early yet true,
As contractions inched closer and intensity grew
On birth ball, on bed, on foot and in tub,
On trying things naturally, aye there’s the rub
Could this be the night of the birth of our first?
Another contraction; one of the worst
“This is it,” I managed as I fell in a sag,
“Grab the computer, the iPod, the camera, and bag”
Then off to the hospital we drove in a dash
The fog thick and heavy as we avoided a crash
At arrival and check-in contractions slowed to a halt
“They’ll think I’m a fool, and not worth my salt”
Soon we were admitted, to Triage Room three,
As monitors checked my veracity
One quick check and the nurse soon was saying,
“Oh look at your progress! You’re a five and you’re staying!”
Admitted, at once the phone calls began,
“We’re here, and we’re having her – at least that’s the plan!”
Soon grandmas and grandpas and siblings arrived
So much excitement, and sleep soon deprived
“This isn’t so bad” was my constant refrain
But the nurses encouraged an epidural just the same
When news of a doc breaking water soon came
I consented and ne’er felt a twinge of shame
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
The anesthesiologist and all of his gear
A couple of pricks and the numbness set in
The pain mostly gone, my face in a grin
When all of a sudden a warmth filled the bed,
My body beat doc to it, and broke my own water instead
Another quick check and I was in heaven
“You go girl,” said the nurse, “hon, you’re a seven!”
As deep pressure mounted, I gave a shout of hooray!
I’d meet my sweet girl soon; time to push, no delay!
Then chin to chest and count to ten,
Once, and twice, again and again
I curled around baby each time with great strain
As I pushed and I tried to composure maintain
Three hours of pushing only found the babe stuck
Neath a bone in my pelvis, and each push brought no luck
Finally my doctor was called to come in
At four in the morning – a different tone set in
“This baby’s not coming,” his mood very sober
“It’s the knife or the vacuum – you think it over”
In moments he returned; our decision was clear:
Avoid surgery at all costs and get the babe safely here
Three more long pushes as doc pulled with his might
This baby would come, but not without fight
With one final push, then a sweet little cry,
Tears swirled down cheeks of all standing by,
A bundle of love gently placed on my chest,
My heart filled with joy — this was the best!
Her eyes — how they twinkled! Her dimples how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry!
Her head full of dark, soft feathery hair
Her eyes wide and happy, awake and aware
Spencer and I just basked in the bliss
As we held our sweet baby and gave her a kiss!
We’re so in love; a family of three!
And that is how sweet Clara Jane came to be