BABY'S DAY OUT

The soon-to-be father's hysteria,
The mother's mind-boggling pain,
Closely pushed by joy near enough,
Doctors and nurses,
Calm and serene,

Little directives give,
Push! They implore,
She's just around the corner.

Just then,
She plops to earth,
That last titanic push suffice,
Little bundle of blood and joy,
Faces previously contorted by concern,
Dissolve into broad smiles,
The new mother's pain,
Quickly overtaken by joy.

The bawling doesn't come,
Oblivious to the expected,
The baby doesn't cry,
Abomination! They cry,
And WHAM!
Calloused palm meets smooth skin,
We must elicit the essential.

Robust and high-pitched,
The babe's throaty reaction,
As if to say,
"I've heard your gist,
I'll be old enough soon,
I'll get you for it,
Wicked nurse."