36 hours it took...
36 hours to bring you
After resting in a water-filled cocoon for 41 weeks prior
Growing to tip the scale at 8.9
Growing to stretch skin and leave trail upon trial, road maps that show the battle wounds of conception and incubation, strength and courage.
The sound of full cardiac activity was the only evidence for mother and medicine to confirm your future arrival.
Eventually, the sensation of limb and joint replaced the need to hear 146 beats per minute. Jabs, kicks, rolls and twists. Punches and bumps all said 'I am here.'
With a single incision through skin, muscle and uterine cavity your blue, lifeless shell was lifted from home. Your cord of connection tied off so that the science of medicine could pump filtered, man-made and sterile
oxygen into a set of deflated lungs.
7:46pm was the time declared on your certificate of life.
7:49 was the time I heard a cry to inform the team of white gloves that you had enough.
7:57 was the time you were lifted above a blue, crinkly tarp allowing your eyes to meet mine. Allowing you to say 'I am here.'
Happy day of the Irish, you were a good luck charm indeed with a bright, glittered four-leaf clover stuck to your glass bassinett.
36 hours it took to attempt to bring you
"1 minute skin to baby!" The rescue team cried out...
All attempts to preserve life were taken and with a single cry from lungs filled to capacity with overdue breath you assured both your maternal and medical saviors alike that you truley were here.

07/31/2006

Author's Note: Ryenn, my daughter and my life

Posted on 07/31/2006
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