Birth Day!

fetus

copyright Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved.

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1 day:
Conception

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22 days:
Thub dub…thub dub…thub dub…thub dub…

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Gee, Lord! You were right…this is fun! It’s goin’ thumpidy thump. I feel alive!

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28 days:
Wow! My back is gettin’ stronger, and my liver, kidneys and ‘testines are growin’ too.

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How much longer will it be, Lord?

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35 days:
Papa, you’re so creative. Look at my eyes, legs, and hands! They’re almost shaped. Whoopee! I’ll be playin’ in no time!

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42 days:
Hmmm…Papa, I think I can think now, and my mowf and lips are right here! See? I’m even gettin’ fingertails!

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49 days:
Oh, Papa…look at me twitch my nose and toes! I’ve even got eyelids now. Watch me kick and swim in this watery pouch!

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56 days:
Papa, thank you for all these things called organs! And, gee, my bones are turnin’ from that cart’lage stuff into harder stuff!

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Wow! I just got fingerprinted!

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Sssh…I think I hear people talkin’. They won’t hurt me, will they? Is it dangerous out there?

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63 days:
Oh Papa, my toofers are coming in, and these fingertails will come in handy for scritchin’ the itchies.

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Lookee…my head goes this way and that way. Am I cool or what?!

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Oops…hiccup…hiccup…yep, I can do that now too!

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77 days:
I can breeve a little too, Papa.

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Oops, watch out…I went potty!

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84 days:
I’m hangin’ on by my thummies! Whee! All systems are go! Am I ready yet, Papa? Is everyting ok?

(first trimester is abortion’s prime-time)

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91 days:
Blahhhhh! Did you hear that noise I made? Ha Ha!

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I’m learning to use my lungs by breevin’ fluid.

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This thummie comes in handy. It kind of ends up in my mowf lots of times.

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Was that a “No,” Papa?

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98 days:
I’m feelin’ stronger, Papa. Is my heart really pumpin’ quarts and quarts of sacred fluid ev’ryday?

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105 days:
Papa, I can taste now too. I can’t wait to eat that peanut butter sanwinch you said us kids would like!

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4th month:
My bones are growin’ fast and fillin’ up with that marrow stuff. And look…I’m almost 8 inches long!

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17 weeks:
Wow, I’m dweamin’! All right! This IS fun!

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21-22 weeks:
What did you say, Papa? If there’s trouble, I’m developed enough now to be saved? Saved from what? Are there bad things out there, Papa?

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20th week:
I hear my mommie, Papa!

(earliest stage that partial birth abortions are performed)

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Mommie!

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She can’t hear me yet. I’m not afraid now, Papa. Mommie won’t let anyfing bad happen to me. It’s safe here, nice and warm and comfy.

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5-6 months:
I’ll be needin’ some air to breeve pretty soon. This fluid is yucky!

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Watch me grab that umbilical cord and spin around. Whee!

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I’d better rest up; I worked up a sweat.

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I’m really growin’! I’m almost a foot long and weigh over a pound.

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7-9 months:
My eyetoofers are cuttin’ through already.

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Watch these peepers work! I‘m almost all grow’d up. I can sense that Mommie is getting’ grumbly.

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HEY!

WHAT’S GOIN’ ON?

I’M FALLIN’, PAPA!

I’ve dropped down into a slide. This is scary! Papa, where are you?

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Waaaahhhhh!

Holding On

©  Jeanne E Webster

My hands—they have held so many things,

some so trivial,

some so wondrous,

some so ordinary,

some so precious. 

Perhaps you’ll hold my hand while my heart peers into the ne’er-forgotten, dusty shadows of long ago.

As a baby and toddler, I held:

My parent’s strong rough fingers____ my teeny pink toes and feet____ my wee nose and ears____ strands of my dark brown hair____ a shiny pink rattle____ a snuggly warm blanket____ a glass baby bottle of warm milk____ floating specks of dust in the bright sunlight ____ a piece of zwieback toast____ a dripping ice cream cone____ the comforting hem of my grandmother’s apron____ a piece of milk-drenched buttered toast____ furniture legs as I learned to stand up and walk.

As a grade-schooler, I held:

A tattered school book____ a fountain pen and crayons____ a piece of white chalk____ a plain piece of paper____ the hands of my brother and sister____ a bicycle handle bar____ a bright blue ball____ brand-new sweet-smelling puppies and kittens____ a fork and spoon____ a greasy fried chicken leg____ a soft bushy, green caterpillar____ a dry tawny grasshopper____ a struggling, slimy night crawler____ a peeping baby sparrow____ a fluffy, white chicken feather____ a shiny green hoppy toad____ a bar of ivory soap____ a big multicolored soap bubble____ the handle of a wagon my dad made____ small gentle rain drops____ a delicate soft snowflake____ a bright red maple leaf ____ a chalky gray moth____ a glowing monarch butterfly____ a tiny, busy ladybug____ a glass of cold homemade lemonade____ a dribbling orange Popsicle____ a soft snuggly brown teddy bear____ a small stone to throw at an antagonist____ a glass of ice-cold milk____ a glass bottle of cream soda____ a kite string____ a chirping coal-black cricket____ a spindly daddy-long-legs____ a magical four-leaf clover____ a white rabbit’s foot____ a wide blade of grass for a whistle____ a Hershey’s chocolate bar____ a cold, wet snowball____ a small magnet covered with iron dredged from a sand pile____ a sharp, pointed icicle____ a juicy slice of watermelon.

As a teenager, I held:

Records of popular music____ abused used school text books____ a tiny well-worn crucifix____ the dead body of my green parakeet____ an old acoustic guitar____ a heavy black telephone____ old shoes____ new shoes____ the reins while riding a frisky brown horse____ school report cards____ sheets of music____ a French horn____ fresh-caught bluegills and crappies____ an old Indian arrowhead____ a five-dollar bill____ a hammer and nails____ an old hymn book____ a dried, disgusting, dead mouse on a trap____ a real Angora sweater____ a wonderful-smelling leather jacket____ a letter from my grandmother____ my grandmother’s gold beads____ a paper plate of baked beans and hot dogs____ a wide cheesy slice of  hot pizza____ iced-cold water falling from a waterfall____ the local newspaper____ a deck of poker cards____ a piece of  paper inscribed with my first poem ____ an orange basketball____ a sleek firm football____ a mushy white volleyball____ a dirty scuffed up softball____ a freshly picked McIntosh apple____ a melodious new harmonica____a box of “good-n-plenty’s”_____ a box of hot buttered popcorn right out of the machine____ a bowl of fresh snow with a frozen maple syrup topping____ a chilled glass of white wine____ a model airplane.

As a young adult, I held:

My sick dog’s head as she was put to sleep____assorted flower seeds____ dusty soil as the wind blew it away____ my first driver’s license____ pictures of my ancestors____ my first checkbook____ a jar of sweet apricot jam____ the hand of my first love and future husband____ my gold wedding band____ each of my beautiful newborn babies____ diapers____ each precious face to my breast to nurse____ the hands of each child as they learned to walk____ decorated brightly colored birthday cakes____ a home-made hot-air balloon____ a freshly roasted chicken____ the face of my tired husband____ a sock with a hole in it____ a red rose petal____ my children’s report cards____ pictures my children drew at school____ a loaf of home-made bread, hot & brown ____ a plate of home-made fudge____ an apple pie topped with ice cream and cheddar cheese____ lots of dirty laundry____ lots of sweet-smelling clean clothes____ school pictures of my children____ the hands of my children as they prayed____ my husband’s arms as he left for Viet Nam____  divorce papers___ the loss of my whole world.

As an older adult, I held:

Medical books to study____ a syringe as I give an injection to a patient____ vial of blood I’ve drawn from a patient____ a single red rose____ a new marriage license____ a walker to assist a struggling patient ____ a thermometer____ a cup of good hot strong coffee____ flowers to put on my grandmother’s grave____ the deed to my first house____ the title to my first car____ the tassel from my youngest daughter’s high school graduation____ the deed to my cemetery lot in Massachusetts____ a tiny, sweet Yorkshire puppy____ an obituary card____ pictures of family and friends____ the hand of my dying mother____ the hand of my father praying____ portrait of my mother painted by my brother____ the hand of my dying husband in the hospital emergency room____ the bag of my dead husband’s clothes as I leave the hospital____ the hands of many kind people offering condolences____ flowers to put on his grave____ a flag to put on his grave____ the hand of an elderly lady in a nursing home____ lots of bills____a computer and printer____ a copy of my first published article in Billy Graham’s Decision Magazine____ a German Shepherd puppy____ a letter of acceptance from a publisher____ revisions and revisions of my first book____ monthly family newsletters____ monthly newsletters for widows____ my prayer shawl____ last but not least___ my Bible.

What will these hands hold in the future?  Each day I leave that with God.  He holds all my tomorrows, and when time shall be no more, there will only be “forever.”  As I enter eternity, my entire being will behold the presence of my Lord and Savior, Jesus the Christ.  And I shall be at peace…at last. 

What have you held in your hands, dear friend?