Baby Breath

Earlier this month I posted the birth story of Spencer, Nicole's first born.

We are blessed that she has graciously offered up some other writings in relation to her babies and births, including her 2nd baby's birth story (I'll post that later this week).

Today, though, I have the pleasure to share a poem she wrote about precious Spencer's birth. Check it out:

Oh yes, yes, I am writing another blog post tonight.

This one, of a completely different nature.

This one, filled with joy.

This one, showcasing...

a poetic piece of prose. (Ah, alliteration)

I am kind of in shock, actually, as it's been "eons" since I last penned an artistic piece on a random page of a random... paper item. Tonight, it happened to be a spiral-bound notebook, which is much less "quirky" than what I would find in the darkness of my room in my high school days when I wouldn't even bother to turn on the light to write something, and then in the morning, I would have a grand 'ol time trying to decipher my script.

Regardless, tonight, for whatever-on-a-whim reason, my heart lead me to write.

This is for Spencer.

"baby breath"

Controlled

chaos

in a warm hospital room

enveloped the night

in pure anticipation.

I cried,

"It's so hard!"

"I know. You can do this,"

he calmly replied.

One last time

I worked for a breath.

I grasped it-

contained it.

You arrived.

You breathed.

You cried.

You screamed for a brief eternity.

Cold, loud, bright,

terrifying,

this world is like nothing

you ever experienced

before,

or will

again.

Time stands

still in my mind.

Finally, I saw you.

so angry,

so beautiful.

...and then, the moment,

the one I spent my

life

dreaming of...

Tears

slowly cascaded from my eyes

to my chest,

where you

rested

against me.

Heartbeat to heartbeat,

we met

again

but also

for the very first time.

My breath was stolen

by your grand entrance,

and in that moment

where we met,

it remains.

A year later,

I am still

holding

onto that last breath,

holding also

onto you.

Your tear-filled

crystal, baby-blue eyes

peer up into my green,

as you rest again,

next to me,

heartbeat to heartbeat.

I will hold you

this way

forever,

even if

you are not in my arms.

That breath

that was taken

when you breathed the first time

may never return,

for fear

I will wake from

my life's dream

come true

~Nicole