8 June 2026
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Poetry
Postpartum
My exhaustion made obvious by tired eyes
Blood soaked pads stuck between my thighs
Engorged breasts leaving patches of wet
Milk stains mixed with brutal night sweats
As tears roll down, both yours and mine
I tell myself I'm doing just fine...
Despite raging hormones and daily breakdowns
Weeks spent at home wrapped in my dressing gown
I've got no clothes to wear as nothing will fit
Over my sagging, soft stomach and the hanging bit
A scar so unsightly, raised red and so raw
A reminder I'm a warrior and we went to war
Injections that leave my legs black and blue
The sting only manageable when I look at you
Still processing the trauma of labour and birth
I assess my motherhood and it's worth
The jump from one to two has been juggle
But we find such joy amongst the struggle
Our village surround us and continue to pray
Friends provide meals in such a selfless way
The days are long and the nights are slow
Yet how blessed I am to watch my family grow
You're still so new and we're learning each other
You as a son, and me as a mother
Littlest love, you have made me complete
I cherish you my baby boy
With every heartbeat
@ainsleigh_writes
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