THE DAY MY SOUL CRIED ...
The Piercing Of My Soul
It's March 2007, I'm due to have my baby anytime. It's a boy; modern technology never ceases to amaze me. From the ultrasound and other prenatal tests we know it's a boy. Nine long months, and now it's time for him to meet the world. I picked his name three months ago; his room has been finished for five weeks. Everything is ready.
I can feel him tossing and turning restlessly. He is ready too. Once, it even felt like he was walking around in there looking for the door. I would calm him down by rubbing my tummy and singing to him. I'd even say things like, "don't worry little one, the door is about to open".
When that wonderful, breathtaking, relieving day came, March 29, 2007, my doctor and two nurses was working feverishly to help make his delivery as smooth as possible. Everyone had done their part, now it was his turn. He found the door. The room was suddenly filled with people. All I could hear was, ..... breathe ..... push .... breathe .... push .. one more time. The next sound I heard was a loud wail coming from my baby. What a wonderful sound. It was loud and strong. "Thank you lord", I quietly whispered.
As I watched them carry my son off to the nursery, with my husband Darryl following closely behind, I drifted off to sleep. The next morning I woke up on top of the world. I slept like a baby, no pun intended. Darryl was sitting next to my bed just starring down at me. I gave him a , glad to see you smile, and he squeezed my hand in acknowledgment.
As I raised my head I could see my mother, my aunt Doris and my sister Ruth standing a little way off in a half circle. I noticed, almost right away, that no one was smiling, and everyone was 'wanting' for words. "Hi", I said, looking from my husband to my mother and the rest of the clan. Something was wrong. Looking closer I could see that Darryl had been crying. What would make a big strong six foot, two hundred and forty pound man cry? Oh no ..... my baby.