​Welcome Back!
Since it’s the New Year, I decided to post a story about birth. I wrote this a while back, so I adjusted it somewhat and decided to share the first edits. It sure is fun looking back at what I started with and learning to better myself as a writer. Enjoy!

                                            The Song That Changed Everything
 
A slow melody oozed from the office radio like syrup dripping from a bottle onto a fat pancake.
“That song again.”
“Please try not to strain yourself,” the nurse said. She nudged my shoulder aside as the sound of cooing filled the room.
We were heading for the emergency room. I wasn’t sure what to do, but the song kept playing and I wanted to stay close.
That song’s been on my mind ever since my friend Jamie left. We played cards during her visit. That is, until this happened.
Love… love is my one
Love… love for you
Love…
I can’t believe it. It was my favorite song, too. It was the “it” song for Jamie and I. She was the one that got away, you know. We could have made it work, but she didn’t feel the same way. She was going to remain true to me… to the rest of us on the farm.
This song. This song just felt all wrong now even though it was a happy occasion.
“Sir, you have to step aside now.”
“But I’m with her!”
“Sir, there’s nothing you can do here. Please take a seat in the waiting room.”
I paced back and forth. My hands trembled as the thoughts about my new life of building a home for the animals floated in front of me.
This song.
The four vacant walls stared at me like a blank paper. They seemed to throb along with my pulsing head. I could have popped a vein in the hours I was there.
“Sir?”
“Yes?”
“It’s a healthy baby girl.”
“What? Are you sure?”
“Of course. Do you want to see her?”
“No! It cannot be. We were expecting a boy. He was going to sire future bulls!”