Twas the Night Before Sawyer
The onesies were hung in the nursery with care
In hopes that Baby Clark would soon be there
Ezra was nestled warm in her bed
While visions of night feedings danced in Cindy’s head
And Cindy in her nursing top
and Trav in his Apres Cap,
Had just settled their thoughts for a quick nap
When down in Cind’s lap their was a loud splash
Trav asked what that was, then took out the trash
What to their wondering eyes should appear,
but a pile of water and a look of fear
I knew in a moment Baby Clark was to be born
Contractions had started and to Trav she had sworn
More rapid than Braxton Hicks they came,
and Trav shouted out the list of 3 names;
Bartholomew, Sawyer, or Hudson
To the top of the parking garage,
to the top of the hospital floor
Dash Cindy up
Dash Cindy up
3 pushes more
As the baby crowned and came rather quick
Cindy was happy the epidural she did pick
With the nurse’s arms full with the Baby
I heard in the hall
the cheering of Grandparents and many a phone call
As Cindy drew her head down to look at her Boy
her mind and her heart were over come with joy
he was dressed in a swaddle
from his head to his toe
and his clothes were only a blanket no girly bow
His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples so cute
his cheeks were all rosey, his mouth it did root
His drool-ey little mouth was drawn up like a bow
His chin covered in spit up as white as snow
Baby Clark spoke not a word, but went straight to work
And filled his little belly, then turned with a jerk
And filled his little belly, then turned with a jerk
Then laying his finger on his Mom’s boob
they circumcised him and added some lube
He sprang to his incubator, to the medical team gave a toot
then away the team flew, Aunt Heather had given them the boot
I heard the Doctor exclaim as he walked out of sight,
Don’t worry Travis I sewed her up tight!
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