Laying in an ice cold room,
IV in my hand,
I close my eyes and plead with god
Trying to understand .
" im sorry we cant save it ,
But theres a chance that you could die;
I know your in a lot of pain
And Its ok to cry ".
I feel my husband squeeze my arm,
Im trembling in fright ,
Im sad and im defeated
And I dont have that much fight .
" Your bleeding into your belly
We need to operate right now ,
Continue to be strong for us "...
.....But i just dont know how.
A foggy conversation ,
And their whisking me away ,
My eyelids get real heavy
And i just start to pray.
Waking up to quiet ,
Im tired and im sore ,
Depressed without a baby
On the maternity floor.
God must have a plan for me
That i just can not see ;
Even through our struggles
Whats meant to be ...
Will be .
This is a super personal poem, so please be kind with any feedback.