As I thought about my ducklingâ€™s birth, I realized it was a miraculous story. I was confused though. How should I write it? As I do with many problems, I went to one of my animals. Because this story is about her I went to M&M, the duckling.
â€œI think you should make them quack up,â€ she said. So here goes!
Her egg-citing journey began at 9:00 p.m. five days ago. I was checking the egg in the incubator for the last time that night. Peter, my brother, was in his reading chair. Mom was in the kitchen. And Pa was sleeping down the hallway. I glanced at the egg. What was that? A small pyramid had appeared!
â€œMom, come look!â€ I yelled, â€œItâ€™s hatching!â€
Mom came running. â€œSHHHHHH,â€ she said with a finger to her lips to keep me from waking Pa.
â€œCan I sleep out here?â€ I asked in my best begging voice.
â€œJust be quiet,â€ Mom said yawning.
â€œCan I sleep out here too?â€ Peter asked.
â€œNo, you wouldnâ€™t get any sleep,â€ Mom said.
She was right. It was hard to sleep. I would rest for an hour and then I would think, â€œSomethingâ€™s happening.â€
The next morning I read books next to the incubator. I only left my perch to eat.Â After 20 hours I gave up on the duckling. I went to the computer. I had some work to do. After an hour I thought something might have happened, but I doubted it. I checked anyway.
There was another crack! I was so relieved. My friend Cami, slept over and we watched the egg together for night #2. Cami and I didnâ€™t sleep. We took pictures of the egg and kept our ears to the incubator.
After nothing more happened we went to the internet for advice. It was bad news. â€œIf the duck doesnâ€™t hatch within 12 hours it will probably die,â€ I read. â€œLeave it alone. There is nothing you can do.â€
But we heard tiny peeps. The poor thing needed help. After 40 hours I asked Mom if I could help it along. And I kept asking. Mom finally gave in to my pleading. I took up a pair of tweezers. My hands were shaking. I was a surgeon, but I had no training! Carefully I peeled back the shell.
â€œItâ€™s not going to live,â€ Peter said. But I ignored him. At 45 hours, I dumped the little critter out of the egg. The duckling was free and moving.
â€œThe yolkâ€™s on you!â€ I told Peter. He rolled his eyes, but he rushed to see it. The duckling was aliveâ€¦but it twitched constantly and looked like a deformed tarantula. I wondered if my surgery had caused it to be handicapped. The poor little thing was a mess. I didnâ€™t want to look.
But the next day things brightened. The duck was dry and she quit twitching. I knew that ducklings start to swim 24 hours after hatching, so I filled up the sink with warm water. When I set her in the water, her feet uncurled. She looked like a duck after all!
I named her M&M for Milagroâ€™s Miracle. You could never tell she started out with a 45 hour birth process and a deformed body. Five days after being dumped out of the egg, sheâ€™s running after me around the house.
M&Mâ€™s story is truly a miracle! She taught me to never give up no matter how hard it is, or what people say. She tells me, â€œIf you are having trouble, send your problems to God. He will get you through it.â€