If you’re intent on becoming maternal,
I’m hopeful your plans include turning nocturnal.
For babies claim most of your time, night and day,
but their favorite time to entice you to play
is when you have finally collapsed in a heap
and obtained REM sleep, so blessedly deep
that you swim towards the surface with collections of dreams
that shed off you like water as you waken to screams
of your recent dependent who’s hungry and wet,
needing all the attention that there is to get.
Since you went through the nausea and gained all the girth,
acquired all the stretch marks and endured the birth,
though you love this dear bundle with skin smooth as silk,
how you wish that their father could provide the milk!
Yet you search for your robe and for your other shoe,
for that wholesome nutrition provider is you!
Prompt words today are hopeful, claim, nocturnal, wholesome and collection. Image by Jenna Norman on Unsplash.
How I remember those sleepless nights! Great poem.
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This is spot on Judy. Being a mom is the most difficult job.
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Oh yes, I remember that well…
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I dont think I had any REM sleep in a year. A great pome about pregnancy, well done.
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Brilliant as ever. My first son slept right through the night. This was a Godsend because I had undertaken the night feeds as Vivien was on such heavy medication that she would never have woken. Matthew, the second, displayed all the efforts you describe. Every. Two. Hours.
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Bless you. The closest I ever came, other than with my sister’s baby, who slept in my room when I went to visit her (I had rings under my eyes after just a few nights) was my cat Annie, who decided to come inside to die and liked it so much that she lived for three more years–usurping my bathroom for her kitty litter spot and waking me up every 3 hours or so to feed her. She ruled the roost for those three years.
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Thanks very much, Judy. Just for clarification, it was Jackie who did Matthew’s night feeds
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Aha.. so you agreed to do the night feeds but your first son made that unnecessary. With Matthew, Vivien did the every-two-hour feedings. Bless her!
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