I tried everything to hurry my
second daughter up. My body porcupined
by needles every few days,
I did 200 squats a day in an apartment
with no air conditioning. When
we walked, I would think with
every step – come now. A week
passed the due date, I woke to a
stillness inside me at 1 in the
morning. I drank ice cold water
and sat on the sofa, watching the
timer on my phone count down
to when I was supposed to call the hospital.
I woke my husband first and we
spent the next few minutes marching
instead, till my daughter kicked
me, awake again in the world of me.
Gratitude filling every
part of my body. By the time I settled
in the bed beside my husband,
I could tell our daughter was on her way,
more soft-footed than she is now.