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

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