When mothers meet, they often talk about The Birth. It wasn’t how they planned.
We need to share our trauma with someone who’d understand.
Nobody tells you might labour for days in mind-bending pain.
Nobody tells you it might all be in vain.
Nobody tells you you’ll be helpless and scared witless.
Nobody tells you about the scars and stitches.
Nobody tells you you’ll become worn thin, with lack of sleep and screams kept in
It’s beautiful, it’s a miracle, it’s a blessing, they say, and keep you guessing.
A healthy fear before, might mean reality is less distressing.