Firstborn Nine months I carried you beneath my heart; You growing heavier every passing week. My waist disappeared and my bladder shrank, My ankles swelled and my poor back ached. I wondered why I had chosen this path- I gritted my teeth as the pains began. Hours I panted and strained to bring you forth, There were moments I wished the world would end. But when I cradled you for the first time, Looking, awed, at your precious little face, All pain and doubts were driven far away And wonderful joy filled my proud heart. Labor complete, I held you to my breast, We both settled down for a well earned rest.