your brother who came first was fine
pink and wailing
but you
had been born
dead and blue
25 minutes late to arrive

the medical team immediately
whisked you to the isolette
and began forcing air into your tiny lungs

i watched your chest fall and rise
managing to pull myself up on the birthing table
though numb from the chest down
screaming the name i cooed
a thousand times in the months before
while gently rubbing
my swollen belly’s left side

“Chandler breathe! Chandler breathe! Chandler breathe!”

and you did
the moment they placed gabriel beside you
your brother’s arm touched yours
as he flailed and cried

you came alive

you’re a fighter, son
because you had to scrap with the universe
for your life