I wake up and I’m dizzy, my mouth so dry,
I look to my right and see two little eyes,
‘Are you sick again mummy?’ you ask so sadly,
And I wish I could jump up and play with you so badly.
I pop the packets of all my morning pills,
Pray I can keep them down with something fizzy or still,
I try to stand up and I know it’s on its way,
The sickness, the vomit, here comes another day.
‘Oh I had morning sickness’ say the ones who don’t know,
The ones who’ve not experienced this all time low,
I’ve laid in the hospital with fluids for days,
All the times I’ve wept, the nights that I’ve prayed.
A pregnancy I dreamed of, a baby so wanted,
It’s been stolen away and my thoughts are just haunted,
Will I ever eat again? Will this pain ever stop?
Will I spend the next eight months wishing time from the clock?
There is just one thing and it’s keeping me going,
The reason I drag myself through these days is knowing,
Each day I survive is one step towards you,
Holding you tight in my arms, oh the things we will do.
I’ll love you more than I can ever explain,
How could something so perfect come from such pain?
I’ll smell your beautiful head and touch your soft skin,
And I’ll whisper to myself, Hyperemesis – I win!
By Emma
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