STILLBIRTH: THE CURSE OF A MOTHER
I was pregnant,
Every movement I felt was a wonder
With my growing stomach, my eagerness grew
Then I began to hear tales
Tales of the horrors of birth
Tales of reaching the great beyond
Tales of excruciating pain
Then my anxiety grew.
The big day came and my fear blossomed,
Became a pill too big to swallow
“Open your legs”
“Give way to your child”
I felt her try to push her way through
Yet I held on, I didn’t want a part of the pain
It became a struggle between us
And she won
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The decision was taken out of my hands
And the journey began
Tears flowed like a car on the express
The moments of rest were welcomed with such relief
I began to search for the silver lining
I looked forward holding a baby in my hands
And I faced my pains with the knowledge of the joy ahead.
It soon became over
And I stretched my hands to welcome a baby
Alas!
It was a stillbirth
The tears stopped flowing
And I looked on helplessly as my world crashed
Love found me
It taught me to face my fears
And just when I was ready to take on the world,
ABOUT THE AUTHOROluseyi Awojulugbe is a lady who believes that there is always another side to a story. She is a hopeful romantic who still believes despite the odds.For her, the best things in the world are God’s love, the view of the world that only words provide and being in a lover’s arms.
There are pains that are beautiful, not because we enjoy them (they’re deep and hurt, indeed), but because of the silver lining expected and hoped for.
The poem of Oluseyi describes the passion of women behind each breath of theirs as life grows in their wombs and takes the trip to daylight. The fight is always hard as well as the defeat, when that occurs (sometimes women feel guilty…).
But it’s not love that left, for Love never leaves. Nevertheless, in such situations, we have the right to feel abused.
Thank you, Oluseyi.