“Look at it, cold and wet like a newborn calf. I want to tell it everything—how we struggled, how we tore out our hair and thumbed through rusted nails just to stand for its birth. I want to say: look how far we’ve come. Promise our resolutions. But what does a baby care for oaths and pledges? It only wants to live.” PoetryBirthMotherhoodNew Year Author:Kate Baer