I take all the "you"s to actually be "I"s. Is the glorious gate a euphamism for your mom's vagina? It made me think of my poem about my daughter, that had these lines:

"Earth angel arrived like a cannon shot

Daddy’s bare skin hands caught without a thought,"

which referred to "Active labor was long and even after the episiotomy, the doctor said he might have to take her in for a cesarean. When he later said he was giving up on the normal delivery, Liz said “no f’ing way” and gave one last push that only a desperate mother could muster and Sofia shot out flying through the air and my ungloved hands caught her from hitting the floor."