becoming a mama
hot flush, cold sweat, pee on a stick,can't sleep, so tired, always feeling sick
aches here, pains there, clothes won't fit
body swells, craving sweets, need a sugar hit
temper fails, brain melts, patience wearing thin,
tearful, down and crying now at the state I'm in
nine months, yeah right! more like ten,
not long now, so I'm told, YEAH! but when?
birthing pool, yoga ball, midwife on demand
waters break, can't dilate, this isn't what I planned
on the ward, drug me up, cut the baby out
not a push, not a shove, not even a shout
she looks at me and I at her, daddy starts to cry
surgeons stitch, nurses dress and mummy is still high
home again, sleepless nights, tits out all the time
nappy wash, colic screams, but hell, this beauty's mine.
Poetry by la tristesse
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Written on 2011-07-03 at 22:23
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