“Push! Push! Don't stop pushing!”

Doctor Jain wants this baby out now.

Blue sterile garments drape her legs.

Foot of bed has been relocated.

Creamy padded stir-ups restrain legs in position.

I watch the birthing process.

My new grandson will finally emerge,

Following thirty-one hours of birth pangs.

Tears blur my vision.

If only I could eliminate her pain.

‘Just a little longer....

Easy for me to say,

She says, “This feels like hell.”

‘Yes. I know.' Memories resurface.

‘But, you will love him all the more.'

I know. She will love him like, I do her.