You are not alone in your aloneness.
There are loads of us. That followed the partner. Or followed the job. Whose heart will always partially belong elsewhere.

There will be people in her life that won’t show up for her, I don’t want to be the first.

In those precious first moments, after your body left mine, a hazy cloud shifted instantly. One I didn’t realise was smothering me.

By Lacey Owen.

Bed time is the hardest because once your child is asleep you don’t have to be brave anymore. Bed time is for the tears.

Does the two year journey to her conception become just a blip not the monthly breakdown it once was?

Are you allowed to still hurt even though you've been blessed with a miracle?

By Han Findlay.

When it’s an hour before bed
And I wonder how I will do it
And I think how much I wish
I had more energy to get through it

By Hayley Fuller.

She walks slowly toward labour and delivery cradling her tight swollen belly. A loving gesture she doesn’t even realise she’s making and soon it’ll be gone.

By Lacey Owen.

I’m beginning to forget the earliest version of you.

Finer details that once took pride of place in my mind are slipping through my fingers like tiny
grains of sand.

Memories of you, of us, lie in wait as attempts to clench my brain shut all end in vain.

And it scares me.

By Lacey Owen.

I'd love to go back and mother that version of you, but as this version of me; the mum I am today.

Written by Karen McMillan from Mother Truths.

These sleepless nights, in our little bubble.
While the world is heavy with so many worries.
Your only worry is a world in which I am not there.

By Jess Urlichs.

That perfect home, remembering clean
Realising now, this is a what a home means

The longest nights as I stroke your hair
Your eyes flutter closed just knowing I’m there

By Jess Urlichs

I’ve never been a cryer, but ohhhh motherhood got me good.

By Jess Urlichs, Writer.

https://www.instagram.com/jessurlichs_writer

In life, if someone was screaming at at you, shouting, whining, hitting. If there was constant noise that was stressing your body. If you needed space but there wasn’t any...your body and your mind would tell you to walk away. You’d leave. You’d go, you’d breathe. You’d walk, talk, calm, ground, focus, refuel, recover. It’s an inbuilt, self-protective drive.

’m working on forgiveness, I’m working on myself, I’m trying to locate her, high up on a shelf.

THEY SAID, you're helping him too much, you'll regret that,  they said. They denied us of our rods, and filled our hearts with dread.

If you ever see a mum, pacing with a pram nearby, with her head bowed down, can't quite look you in the eye…

We hang onto the looseness, cry over the leakage and break ourselves over what we ‘should be’.
But they know of no comparison, only the you of yesterday and the you of today.

"Time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like ordinary life" - Anon.

The only second you are to me is my second language, the one I had to learn because you were so different to my first.

I know you think I never see

All those little things you do

And I know how you hate poetry

But this one's just for you.

By Karen McMillian @mother_truths

Please, please, PLEASE - I will do anything if you just LET ME SLEEP! I’m at my wits end and would do almost anything for a few hours in a row. 

Today I'm tired, you have been on me since 5am and it doesn't seem like you will be moving anytime soon. So instead of getting angry or upset I just sat here thinking how special this actually is...

If only you could see yourself through my eyes, I think you’d be rather surprised.
I see beauty and bravery and so much glow. 

By Lou Marx

There will come a time where all of this is a distant memory. But in the beginning...There will be waves, joy, despair, Anxiety.

I wonder what would happen, If I just let things be, allow things to happen, more naturally. Not coerce, or force, but wait. Patiently.

You don’t have a long way to go till your back to normal.

THIS is normal.

We’re so busy making memories that you’ll have to excuse the dust. If you come for a visit, averting your eyes is a must.

You needed me in your core and my core was already being divided. It was harder than I ever imagined.

The year of not leaving your side

For more than an hour

And feeling revived

From a two minute shower

He won’t ever know the feeling of your tiny body wriggling inside his belly reminding him of your increasing presence, but he eagerly placed his giant hands on Mummy’s stomach in an attempt to connect with you.