Celebrating Life, Precious Life!

Since I celebrated my birthday on Wednesday, I've decided to share a poem about my birth. It's about the preciousness of life and how my brand new life nearly came to an end a day or two after it began. This poem was written two years ago.

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NUMBERED DAYS

 “For we are His workmanship,     

created in Christ Jesus for good works,

which God prepared beforehand

so that we would walk in them.”  Ephesians 2:10

I imagine her fright

was practically unbearable

when late to motherhood

those first contractions came—

too early

and I began traveling

down the birth canal—

prematurely

Oh, I’m certain she worried

as she endured the pangs

of relentless contractions

worried and wondered and prayed

as she watched hours tick away

on the clock on the wall—

worried

(until they numbed both mind and body

by administering ether)        

if I would make it

or if her lifelong dream

of motherhood

would be forever dashed

but her dream was not dashed

and they scurried to place me

in an incubator

I was very, very tiny

yet it looked as though

I would make it

but a day or two later

as she held me in her loving arms

and fed me at her giving breast—

I stopped breathing

and my flesh turned cold and blue

She screamed a scream

that surely shook the hospital walls

A nurse came running—

grabbed me by my feet

smacked me on the bottom

and praise God

I began to breathe again

and that indicates to me

that the One

Who has numbered my days

and multiplied my breaths

had a purpose

and the fact that I’m still here

sixty-nine years

and counting

indicates He has more

for me to do

and all I want Him to know is

Lord, here am I

Maude Carolan Pych