She came home without her young. After 14 hours of labor and two days in the hospital the crib is empty. Everything is scary, tiring and unknown during pregnancy but the first hours after labor heighten these feelings several notches up. Fear!
She came home without her young. The irony of pandemic times when mothers and children may be choosing not to be together in the name of love. Nine months of expectations, hopes, fears and worries. Just the latter came true. Pain!
She came home without her young. Congenital, genetic, syndrome, prognostic, treatment, future, fear, pain, sadness. All she wants is hold her young. Feed him with warm milk and love. Sadness!
She came home without her young. She has tested positive. She can’t hold him. She shouldn’t hold him. But time warped into a hollow now. This moment is all she has. She wants to hold him. Emptiness!
She came home without her young. He arrived earlier just in time for Mother’s Day. The future is bleak. The now is too bleak. How can she celebrate? Anger!
She came home without her young. It’s pandemic times. Her mother can’t hold her either. Ease her pain. Comfort her sadness. Fill her heart with hope. Assure she and her young will be OK for this first Mother’s Day. Love!