11/08/2024
A baby crowning, a moment of truth,
A sign that the end is near, uncouth.
The culmination of months of waiting,
The beginning of the journey breathtaking.
With each contraction, the baby descends,
Closer and closer until it transcends
The barrier between the womb and the world,
And into a new reality, it's hurled.
The head emerges, a miracle to see,
A small, dark, and downy chick, carefree.
The body follows, slick with fluids and blood,
A little life, all at once, understood.
The mother groans, a primal sound,
As she pushes and strains until she's unbound.
The baby slips out, with a final heave,
Into her arms, where it can safely breathe.
And there it is, a baby crowning,
A new life, a miracle, surrounding.
A tiny being with infinite potential,
Ready to grow, to thrive, to be essential.
So let us celebrate this moment so rare,
As we witness the start of a journey, so fair.
A baby crowning, a beginning anew,
A reminder of the beauty that life can ensue.
Here's our group for moms WORTHY MOMS
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