Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Twas the night before the induction

Twas the night before the induction, when all through the house
All the inhabitants were anxious, even the gosh darn mouse

The nursing bras were hung by the shower with care
In hopes that the newborn would breastfeed with flair
The two year old was nestled all snug in her bed
While visions of new baby brother danced in her head

And daddy with his cocktail and also a hospital map
Had just settled down from doingallthethingsIaskedofhimbeforethisbabyisbornin12hoursforanap
When out from my phone the alarm rose such a clatter
We sprang from the bed to see what was the matter

Away to the hospital we flew like a flash
Tore open the L&D door and threw up my sash
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a miniature Ben, in eight tiny pounds, right here

His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples how merry
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry
He had arrived safely, to our families we gave a whistle
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle

Dear Lord, I really hope it all turns out this way
Ready or not, tomorrow is our son’s birthday