(cira December 22nd, 1996)
Abby tested positive, (sans colonized)
with clusters of Group B streptococcus
(GBS, a type of bacterial infection found
within ****** and/or ******) undergoing
routine prenatal examinations 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 intravenous 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 without 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.
