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the wait
Submitted by: KAISER
Author: Unknown
As I sit here in the room that very soon will belong to you.
I fold your tiny little clothes, knowing all our dreams will soon come true

I get everything ready, do all that I can, Wishing you were here
It won't be long now, that I know, the time is drawing near

A week goes by, the doctor says the time is still not right.
but I am so anxious it's so hard to wait i cannot sleep at night

Another week the docotr says by Wednesday we will induce.
I crack a smile , you are late, you 're your mother through and through.

Wednesday comes and we get dressed, pack a bag, and then we're on our way.
We are so excited, we can't wait, and today , it could be the day.

We get to the hospital, the nurses prep and get us ready...
Here they come, the contractions, going strong and steady

Eleven hours pass, the doc comes in, and he breaks your mommy's water..
Three more pass still no progress, your stubborn like your father.

It's Thursday now, we're still waiting, and it's getting harder to deal
We've been in labor seventeen hours, and none of it seems quite real

They come and check on our progress, and still we're just two centimeters..
What, I say, it can't be true, I'm so ready for you to meet us.

An hour later, the pain's too much, they give mommy some medicine for pain.
Mommy felt sick, and you wouldn't move, and in the doctor's came..

His had a bowel movement, his heartrates dropped, and we just can't wait.
We have to have an emergency cesarean, is all I heard them say.

I was so scared, I held on to you, as they wheeled us down the hall,
I laid there on the operating table and heard absolutely nothing at all

I waited as they cut and snipped, for the sound of your voice crying,
And as if on cue, there you were, boy, you've got perfect timing.

As I listened to you crying, I'd never heard anything so sweet.
Daddy leaned over and he said, ten fingers, ten toes , and tiny litlle feet

Daddy brought you to me, all bundled up and snug.
I looked at you, you looked at me, and I thanked God above

You were so beautiful, and so very tiny, you looked just like your dad.
All all of the pain we'd gone through before, no longer seemed so bad

I kissed your head, you looked at me, and our whole world fell into place
For all of the peace and love in the world rested in your tiny face
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