My button-nosed Middler.

This one gave me bruises.

Kicks from the Inside….leaving me black and blue on the Outside.

His tiny feet jabbing and punching at all hours of the day and night, reminding me he was there.

Strong.

Active.

Never had to run in a panic to the Dr.

begging for an ultrasound.

Is he ok?

I knew he was ok.

Laid out on the operating table, I felt a warm buzzing, like the feeling just before a rainbow.

When he was tugged out of my belly, I screamed.

Which startled the whole hospital.

Nothing was wrong.

Everything was right.

And I couldn’t be quiet about it.

I still can’t.

This one makes me sing.

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