“So what I was saying, is I don’t think she has it,”

the doctor said, as I lay in a hospital bed,

“it was just one nurse that raised the alarm,

but the rest of us agree, she’s in no harm

of being discovered that there is another

chromosome that shouldn’t be there.”

I stare and nod and consider the facts:

I’m tired, I’m worn, but our babe is fully formed.

her cry was strange, her palm and toes the same

as her dad’s, (wait does he have it?), but look at her,

tightly wound, strong and able, muscles thick, she doesn’t have it!

but there was that one picture, on the fridge,

an ultrasound of a baby with little to no nasal bridge.