finn and jane

i was in labor for 36 hours before my son was born.
i was eleven days late.
later, when he was two years old, sitting over soup at lunch
just the two of us i would ask him,
"do you remember being in my belly?"
and he'd respond quickly "yes, it was like being in a sewer"
in the hospital, when it was time to push, i remember looking out the window and noticed a white butterfly go by.
after 30 minutes, i finally held my boy on my chest, new, and wet, and slippery.
i looked at the window and the butterfly was pushing against the glass.