Entering a double-exposed photograph,
Straddling the line between past and present
Energies of two very differing plains colliding, mixing a tiny bit, but then seperating
Oil and water
Old and new
Monday to Saturday
a lifetime of difference
The old smells, familiar, welcoming
The hopes, so sweet and sad,
good and right things seeming now silly and laughable
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So many unopened little packages
Gloves+Pads
Sterile clamps
3 little hats
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Iodine
Shoelace
3 little hats
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Big silver bowl
Videocamera
3 littlehats
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Herbal bath
Chapstick
3 little hats
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Cohoshes,
Chux Pads
3 little hats
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Power bars
Recharge
3 little hats
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Shower curtain liner
Lavender oil
3 little hats
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Fishie Pool
1/2 inflated
3 little hats
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Baby gown
Mama gown
3 little hats
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Thermometer
Lansinoh
3 little hats
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Pink onesie
Blue onesie
3 little hats
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Barf Bucket
Long garden hose
3 little hats
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Body Pillow
Echinacea
3 little hats
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Bittersweet
Sepia toned
Can barely breathe in here
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In a room
with my own ghost
and 3 little hats
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It smells like home; interrupted
It smells like me; foolish, weary
It smells like innocence spilled.
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Tangible sadness
Queen sized mattress
and 3 little hats
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That chapter's closed, yet I am opened
Sliced and ripped and sewn up poorly
Slowly slowly I bend over
and put on your dear little hat.
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I open one package
And one package only
and put on your dear little hat.
11 comments:
Oh can I ever relate. Such powerful words after such a powerful/terrifying experience. Is it surreal to come home, especially after being transported. It it as if both your joy and pain swirl in the air all around. You don't want to move. You want it to stay that way forever, with hopes your homebirth will materialize.
thank you for sharing.
That was beautiful, and heartrending.
wow.
You broke my heart a little bit here. The little hats and (socks!) always kill me, too.
How your heart must hurt. (((HUGS)))
so sorry. how disappointing and sad. thank you for sharing your heart. ((hugs))
Sometimes it happens though. I hope you can forgive yourself eventually and know that you did the best you could. You and your little one are healthy and safe now and that is the important part. :)
your words are incredible! they left me with an indescribable feeling of emptiness and joy. you have the power to move. and you use it well.
ps...please fix the link to mama midwife madness...it has two "http://"
paz y amor por todo
that brought tears to my eyes. you know every time i talk to my sis about regrets that i have about my births and breastfeeding she reminds me that i need to mourn my losses. as a busy mom it took me 7 years to get healing over my 1st and most traumatic surgical birth. you go home with your new baby and most of the time never look back. it wasn't until i was writing a reflective paper in my doula training that it came crashing down on/in me. but it was very healing in the writing. thank you for sharing this with us...
Random reader here. Love your passion. Fellow birth junkie.
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Can't remember the path that brought me to you tonight... been here before though.
I'm now crying... for all that was planned for and all that has past.
I am at a loss for words...
fellow mom with
1 c/s
1 m/c
2 hbacs
this is really beautiful, brought tears to my eyes...
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