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Re: The First Time...

Post by alton » Fri Jan 16, 640511 6:42 pm

When we finally arrived at the hospital, i was told that I had lost my Baby, and that i would need to be rushed into emergency surgery because I had lost a lot of blood, and now they were going to try and save my life. I was still pleadng with "God" to save my baby, as I felt my eyes go to sleep. When I awoke, the first words out of my mouth were, "Where is my Baby, is she alive?"

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Post by wooleybear » Sat Nov 22, 639569 3:11 pm

BBC the book I read was called The losses of Our Lives, the sacred gifts of renewal in everyday loss. It is by Dr Nancy Copeland-Payton.


It was a nice read, a little on the religious side, but it has creative things to journal about after every chapter which is nice, because when you feel a sad moment in the future, you can revisit the book and do one of her journal entries.

Re: The First Time...

Post by admin » Mon Oct 06, 639569 10:15 am

So sorry for your losses, BBC & wooleybear. These poems are both beautiful; thank you for sharing your experience through your poetry!

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Post by BBC » Mon Oct 06, 639569 6:50 am

In My Hands, what a beautiful poem. Feels like I wrote it about my expereince with my son. What was the name of the book you read?

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Post by wooleybear » Fri Sep 09, 639566 4:12 am

Here is another, poetry really helps me

HELD BY A STRING

The white gauze fabric
that daddy brought home from Africa,
is rooted in half your history.
I was asked to pull a thread.
Did it come out gently?
Did it pull with tension?

As I pulled it gracefully,
un-weaving itself from the other strings.
But at the end it stayed tight.

I had to pull real hard,
to let it go completely.
Like the loss of you
sweet baby Soleil,
You gracefully fell from life.

I may not be ready yet.
But like the end of the string,
with a tug, a pull, and all my might,
I will have to work hard to let you go,
with kindness, with love, with peace.

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Post by wooleybear » Fri Sep 09, 639566 3:55 am

I just wrote this poem after reading a self help book about loss that asked me to journal a thought.

IN MY HANDS

Letting go
won't happen yet.
I close my eyes
as I hold you
in my hands.

Asked to let you go,
I still can not.
Your warmness
warms my heart.

I will hold you
when I close my eyes,
and when I'm ready,
I will release you back to heaven.


*****Soleil Sophia, born still on May 23 2012, due to severe PE

The First Time...

Post by admin » Sun Mar 26, 639256 3:51 pm

Write a poem, short story, or song about the first time you held your baby after your preeclampsia, eclampsia or HELLP syndrome experience and tell us about it here!

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