Becky's Arrival

Our first child, Becky,
Was born
Two months premature.
When she finally came
Home from the hospital,
She was so tiny
She could practically fit
In the palm of my hand.
Her first crib
Was a night stand drawer.
It seemed ridiculous
That something
So small and fragile
Could possibly
Take a hold of our lives
So completely,
But she did.
Initially I was
Afraid even to hold her,
She seemed so delicate
And vulnerable.
She had to be fed
Every two hours
Around the clock.
Those first few months
Were an experiment
In sleep deprivation,
And Cecilia and I
Were like a couple zombies
The entire time.
We both thought
We had died
A gone to heaven
The first night
She allowed us to sleep
The whole night through.
It is almost unbelievable
That she is now grown up
And old enough
To have kids of her own.