7200
(cira December
22nd, 1996)
Abby tested
positive,
(sans colonized)
with clusters
of Group B
streptococcus
(GBS, a type
of bacterial
infection found
within vagina
and/or rectum)
undergoing
routine pre
natal examine
nations
during third
trimester of
pregnancy
with (Eden),
which intent
toward natural
childbirth delivery
preparations came
to screeching
halt, cuz said
harmful naturally
existing toxic
secretions
(detected within
about 25%
of all healthy,
adult women),
thus midwives
at Bryn Mawr
Birthing Center
could no longer
countenance
(against good
interdenominational
faithful con
science and
any impending
lawsuits) assist with
timely delivery
starkly aware
of serious adverse
risks via
incumbent
natural birth.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Hence
sea change
immediately
adopted pitting
mum blame
ming
discombobulation
as she
scuttled
linkedin with
intravenous
tubes game
lee crossing
Township
Line Road
(all the while,
her body
shored up lame
basted with
necessary intra
venous sustaining
nutriment
fluids none
of which
I could name
awaiting to be
wheeled into sterile
antiseptic
hospital prenatal
ward, where shame
enveloped
descended,
where questions
addressed
to fly
by night doctor
brushed
away unlike
storybook
television medics,
where real life
hectic frenzy
all hustle
and abustle
becalm
temporarily tame
when cameo
appearance
of Doctor
Do Little
rushed into fray
(hastening onset
of cervical
dilation to grow
so he could,
return as
an ordinary Joe
to his interrupted
round golf
with Trump
at Mar-a-Lago)
when labor pains
did not start
less or mo
(at the
convenience
of obstetrician),
a no
name generic
brand hailed
from "doc"
side of
the moon oh
most with
out consensus,
hestarted "mother"
on an IV
infusion poe
shun of
oxytocin
(brand name
Pitocin),
which
agitation provoked
roil (royal) row
her disposition to
high blood pressure
quieted
by attendant
mid wives
beaming
at "starry
eyed student,"
who uttered whoa
Already daughter
wasted no time
lambasting us
newly minted
parents for
intervening,
sans natural
status quo
versus surrendering
"scheduled birth"
before launching
into the
peroration slow
wing enunciation
(something
about Dorothy and
the wizard
of Id) in toto
of a lengthy
excoriating speech,
she rehearsed
while she
bobbed around
in utero
like ma's yoyo.
The departure
from maternity ward
back to Pennfield
Manor Apartments
of Hatfield,
Pennsylvania
appeared
(hyperbole
understated)
as a double
edged sword,
an ill fitting car seat
generating
highest decibels
screaming (do
nut under estimate
the lungs
of a newborn)
whom this papa
being hard
of hearing
now, thereafter
hitherto known
as the
pantomiming bard.
