She matters too
#1in 6 women affected by pre/postnatal depression
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As she gazed into her baby's eyes They took her gently by surprise
A tear or two shining through
The reflection of her own visage
As a tear rolled slowly by
She hastily wiped it from her cheek
Whilst playing a game of peek a boo
She wondered
How could she feel so blue?
She should feel grateful, happy and blessed
To have a baby
Asleep on her chest
Yet she feels her whole world caving in
And no one to talk to about HER
And though her nipples are cracked and sore
She is asked 'how long she'll be breastfeeding for?'
Not one mention of how long she's been weeping
Only of how well the baby is sleeping
And if the baby's not sleeping
Her milk must be light
And is her baby even gaining enough weight?
So
She makes herself
A hearty stew 'The baby needs 'quality'
Its true
And when baby sleeps
So she should too
But how can she
With so much to do..
And when she tires
she must not sigh
'For babies grow
In the blink Of an eye'
She must not play
Her loud playlist again
Or it might make baby cry
She will rock her till she sleeps
Try a few old lullabies
Even though she cannot sing
By now she must be five hours in..
Five hours she's been feeding her still
Five hours her bladder has been full
Five hours since she let her arms rest
For if not baby may scream her loudest
7 hours since she's had something to eat
10 hours she's been on her feet
15 hours since shes taken a bath
20 hours since she's had a laugh
24 hours since she was woken
Its clear to see how her mind could be broken
Yet
She is grateful
She is blessed
As her baby
Sleeps soundly
On her chest
Though she wonders
Why she is still teary
Like an Autumn leaf
Withered and weary
Tossed about
Feeling very much lost..
She sighs
As she soothes
Her Baby's cries
A love like no other
Since becoming a mother
As she puts her baby
Down
Finally to sleep
She makes herself
A bath
And then something small to eat
She slips into the water
Its warmth so welcoming
And as she feels
The peace engulf her
She makes no sound
As she slips under
Her baby still sleeps soundly
Not a stir or a coo
If Only she knew
That she mattered to
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sarah romi
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