birth day

Waking in the middle of the night to a "pop" -- my waters releasing.

Trying in vain to sleep.

Wandering aimlessly.

Leaning over the piano, swaying to a song aptly titled "It's Not Over 'Til It's Over".

Detachedly watching people wrestle with a faucet attachment so the birth tub can be filled.

Feeling self-conscious as the midwife sits in a corner of the room watching.

Yelling, shrieking, moaning, cursing.

The midwife says from her corner of the room, "The baby's coming."

Feeling the hair on his head, like seaweed floating in water.

Roaring as he moves down and out into the water, as water pours from the sky.

Holding him against me.


Waiting a long time for the placenta, and marveling at its shape: a heart, a good omen.

Sleeping, finally, this time with the long-awaited beloved one in my arms.