The quaking —
the deep, piercing,
pushing into my back
told my body it was time.
It was time for the being in my belly
to come into this world of
dark and light.
I printed the letters of my name
on the registration form
… and the contractions
stopped the ink from flowing.
I paused, breathed,
and swayed my hips
to be in sync
with pain’s melody.
There was no time for epidural —
nothing to ease the agony.
Words I had not known
fell from my mouth and the
the nurses asked my husband if I spoke another language.
“No,” he chuckled,
“This is how she is when she is giving birth.
“She sings strange words.”
They laughed.
We worked together, this being and I
as It forced its way through me.
I pushed a head,
shoulders, torso, and legs — 9lbs 10 oz — from my body.
On July 4, 2009
I — a woman who will
never question her power —
gave birth to her son.
Peace
♥ Kadine Christie
