It was a C-section delivery
Everything happened in a few minutes hurry-burry
Nine months passed like a smooth breeze
Nine seconds made my pregnant tummy squeeze
 
I whispered - “the most unkindest cut of all”
In a wink’s time, I heard my doctor’s call
It’s baby boy, dear, said the doctor
Oh, he is separated from me by the dissector
 
They slowly unveiled my face to see my little love’s cute face
In that moment of cloud nine, my faint self felt his auspicious grace
I heard them calling my bystander
His dad was ecstatic to see his cute candor
 
His grandparents were brimming with joy
My sister was curious to gift him toy
After a while, I came out of the operating room
After a glimpse of my loved ones, I was shifted to the ICU room
 
I began counting moments to get rid of that drastic day
Yearning for the umpteen alluring days with my munchkin to play

With an exceedingly generous gesture of love and affection, I dedicate this poem to the spring of our life, Anvik Sujeeth, who will be 25 days old on this promising day of Merry Christmas
 
P.S. This poem was written while on bed rest.