The Crib: A Blog for New Parents

Not a creature was laughing, especially not my spouse

My stockings were rolled to my ankles with care

Because they wouldn’t go any higher than there

The siblings were nestled snug in their beds

While dreams of new babies cried in their heads

And Daddy in his recliner, reading the news

While I tried to remember if I had on any shoes

When down on the floor, I heard first a patter

Before my water broke with a huge gushing splatter

I tried not to scream with the accompanying pain

My attempts to be quiet were only in vain

Husband came running, and fainted with a crash

That woke all the siblings, who came at a dash

I collapsed in a chair, to gather my thoughts

For my mind was just racing with forgotten “I ought’s”

I ought to have finished the rest of the shopping

I ought to have done the kitchen floor mopping

I ought to send daughter upstairs for my bag

I ought to send oldest son downstairs for a rag

I ought to be locked up for wanting one more

I ought to wake husband, from off the floor

So blessed daughter brought my suitcase

And dear son cleaned up the water all over the place

Sweet husband assisted me out to the car

We dropped the kids at my sisters, ‘twas not very far

Then off to the doctor we went with all haste

While I counted each breath with too little grace

Much cursing ensued, and 15 hours later, I lay snug in my bed

With brand new tiny baby asleep near my head

Proud Daddy sits near us, holding my hand

The siblings will be here tomorrow as planned

Then we’ll all go home together, my family so dear

And rejoice in the gift we were given this year