Not what I expected

In the night you came,

Amid announcments and cluttering ,

And screeching of wheels on lenoleum floors,

You looked like a strudel,

You looked like a burrito,

Wrapped in your pink fluffy blanket,

I.V drip in the background,

Small face,

Little fingers,

Tiny toes.

You cried when I held you.

Nothing could have prepared me for this,

Nothing was like this before,

The doctor took you away again for a while.

Then brought you back to me,

I hope forever.