the waiting game
Please take your turn little one
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Note: I just wanted to put together a "poem" of how I’ve been feeling lately. Warning: Some mentions in this poem may be triggering, such as child loss.
01/12/21
Today is your due date
Today is when the milk expires
And when the bread goes "bad"
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I am betwixt and between excitement and depression
Forced to wait patiently for your arrival
At 31 weeks you teased me dear little one
To have one of the scariest experiences in my life
The first time I ever went to the hospital
So many emotions mixed with fear and confusion
Then I was convinced you would arrive into this world early
*
Every day it becomes more painful because I yearn for you
But as each day passes, I feel myself becoming more numb
Today is 40 weeks and I blankly feel like an incubator
While I also worry about the state of your wellbeing
as it’s slowly becoming unsafe for you to be inside me
You are full term now after cooking a little longer
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But if you don’t come today, then when will you?
If you don’t come tomorrow, then maybe the next day?
If you don’t come the day after tomorrow, then will you that next day?
*
I feel you move inside me and sometimes I worry
because your movements feel like a struggle
Like the reason I’m not progressing
is because you have a cord wrapped around your neck
And I’m scared labor will never happen to me naturally
that I will have to be induced or have a c-section
Not that it makes me less than a mother
It’s just not what I thought or envisioned
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My doctor told me that in a week if you don’t appear
then we’ll consider the options
and I cried out of frustration when she left the exam room
Because it’s not fair, no it’s never fair
*
They tell me to “be patient”
after telling me you would be here soon
Sending me in a spiral of panic
I lost my mucous plug five weeks ago
I suffered nausea and all the symptoms
Of impending labor after weeks of painful contractions
But even still it was not anything concrete
The closer to today, the less symptoms I experienced
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I’m still waiting on the bloody show
Or the breaking of my bag of waters
*
They told me, “well at least he’s still alive, be joyful”
As if I’m not entitled to experience my own whirlwind of emotions
Let me revel in the chaos of my misery
Instead of telling me what I should feel like
Just please, let me be
I’ve gone through much of my pregnancy trying to numb the pain I felt
Physically and emotionally
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I’m just tired
My body hurts
At night I suffer contractions that disappear by the morning light
And my little one fights against my hardening uterus
*
Pregnancy is just a waiting game
Nine months of sacrifice to protect a being
One you grow so close to and love despite having never met
Not knowing when you’ll ever even meet
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Some people are lucky and meet their little one early
Then some people are like me and have to wait a little longer
Knowing that waiting itself is torture because I’m so familiar with it
*
Please know that I am terrified of losing you dear little one
You were there when your father and I got married
After only just being discovered two weeks before
And the remaining eight months so much has happened
The holidays came and went
Other women had their babies before me
And I’m just left wondering when is it my turn…
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Pregnancy, like the whole premise of life
is just a waiting game
So please take your turn little one
I’m begging you, it’s time.
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Esmoore Shurpit
I like writing bad stories.
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