Judah’s Birth

Judah’s Birth

Men say, giving birth is a beautiful thing…

I agreed silently until my turn came.

Laying flat on a table.

exposed, vulnerable,

anticipating the cry of a newborn.

 Nightfall – raining, pouring, down on the windows.

my body traveling through multiple changes

10 centimeters deep Dilating…

Sounds of medical staff in the distance.

I could hear doctors say to get her prep right away.

What was wrong?

Having my baby too soon.

Underdeveloped lungs, bad prenatal care, transferred from here to there.

Throwing up my bowels.

Eight months three weeks

Bleeding internally.

“Count to ten”, said the doctor,

placing the oxygen mask over my face.


making peace with the soul maker.

I thought I was eating right; working so hard to keep my status of medical care and salary.

Going to school did I mention working.

The daily stress of being a wife, friend, keeping up w/ the status of my foes.

Pursuing my dreams.

listening to crowds,  testify ,suck it up girl, don’t quit,

Legs and arms were swollen from being on my feet, consuming too much salt.

A prizefighter black eyes, white lips

I gave birth on the emergency table,

cutting my baby, out of me…

The nurse leaned, she said, “its all your fault you know”.

Day three up on my side.

Wheeled around to NICU, observing my daughter, fight for her life.

Three pounds 13 ounces tubes everywhere.

Staring at her frail body, watching her bones breathe under the hot light.

Crying and praying asking for forgiveness.

Telling God I didn’t know.

Pumping milk for a baby who couldn’t suck for several days.

I named her Judah.

God be praised we made it…   

Poet Krissy Mosley


5 thoughts on “Judah’s Birth

  1. Pingback: Judah’s Birth | kneal1

  2. dancingpalmtrees

    Reblogged this on Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit and commented:
    This poem resonated with me as my mother Mable Palmer was blamed and shamed for my brother Stephen’s Autism. My Mom suffered much and that probably contributed to her early death. However God proved the doctors wrong and Stephen has grown into a working contributing member of society whereas those relatives did not. So God had the last word.

    Liked by 1 person


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