A Few Favorite Poems

There are two poems that really stood out to me in this journey. They are both existential in nature and helped me place my struggle to get pregnant in perspective.

Linda from Mother's Embrace Yoga shared this poem with me that she shared with her fertility yoga class and with prenatal yoga class on Mother's Day - it makes me cry every time!

Baby's Choice

by a Mother

Did you ever think, dear Mother,
As the seeds of me you sowed,

As you breathed new life inside of me
And slowly watched me grow,
In all your dreams about me
When you planned me out so well,
When you couldn't wait to have me there
Inside your heart to dwell,

Did you ever think that maybe,
I was planning for you, too,
And choosing for my very own
A mother just like you?
A mother who smelled sweet and who
had hands so creamy white,
A tender, loving creature
Who would soothe me in the night?

Did you ever think in all those days
While you were coming due,
That as you planned a life for me
I sought a life with you?
And now as I lay in your arms,
I wonder if you knew
While you were busy making me,
I was choosing you!

This one really helps you find meaning in a struggle to become pregnant. Also from Linda from Mother's Embrace Yoga. Can you tell I love her??

"Thoughts on Becoming A Mother"

by Anonymous

There are women that become mothers without effort,

without thought, without patience or loss

and though they are good mothers and love their children,

I know that I will be the best possible mother for my child. 

I will be better not because of genetics or money or that I have read more books

but because I have struggled and toiled for this child.

I have longed and waited.

I have cried and prayed.

I have endured and planned over and over again.

Like most things in life, the people who truly have appreciation

are those who have struggled to attain their dreams.

I will notice everything about my little child.

I will take time to watch their sleep, explore and discover

I will marvel at this miracle every day for the rest of my life.

I will be happy when I wake in the middle of the night to the sound of her cry knowing that I can comfort, hold and feed her

and not waking to a cry of broken dream, for my DREAM will be crying for me.

I consider myself lucky in this sense:

that God has given me insight, this special vision

with which I will look upon her unlike any one else.

I will NOT be careless of my LOVE

I have been trialed by fire and hell that others may have faced

yet given time, and 9 months, I stood tall.

I have prevailed.

I have succeeded.

I have won.

When I see other hurt around me

I do not run from their pain in order to save myself discomfort

I see it, mourn it and join in theirs.

I listen.

And even though I cannot make it better

I can make it less lonely.

I have learned that immense power of another hand holding tight to mine.

Of other eyes that moisten as they learn to accept the harsh truth

and when life is beyond hard.

I have learned a compassion that only comes with walking in those shoes.

I have learned to appreciate my life.

....YES! I will be a WONDERFUL Mother...