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The Birth of a Mother
My story of motherhood and a poetic rendering of the day my son was born
The Genesis of the Poem
Approximately five years ago, around 2 a.m., sleep eluded me after settling my then-almost seven-month-old son. Fueled by a blend of overwhelming emotions and sleep deprivation, I found myself compelled to grab my laptop and lay down the initial framework of the poem.
The sentiments I experienced during that moment are etched in my memory, resonating throughout the poem. It encapsulates the profound realization that my life had undergone an irreversible transformation — there was no turning back.
I open my narrative with this poem, mirroring the profound emotions tied to the day my baby entered the world. It wasn’t a conventional delivery; it was intricate and complex.
The Birth Story
I was hospitalized for three days before the actual delivery. There was a minor leak of the amniotic fluid, and the doctors did not want to take a risk. It was two…
