I had my fourth baby 11 days ago… what a blessing, I know! But, postpartum is kicking my butt this time around. Between having a really tough labor and delivery and three other children already in addition to my newborn, I’ve been kind of a mess. Having been through postpartum before, I realize it won’t last and things will get better, but while I’m in the thick of it, I wrote this poem as an outlet to express my level of hatred to my postpartum nightmare. If you’re also dealing with postpartum or have in the past, I hope it resonates with you and brings a smile to your tired face.
The Opposite of an Ode to Postpartum
Dear postpartum, how I hate you so. I cry for no reason and can’t fit in my clothes.
I adore the tiny human that you’re here because of, but all your pesky symptoms I surely don’t love.
The cramping, the aching, the pain way down there, the mood swings and blues all feel so unfair.
The bleeding that seems like it will never end, the belly that’s bloated, saggy, and distends.
The night sweats, exhaustion, and painful boobs, and if that weren’t enough, my hair I’m starting to lose.
My nipples are cracked, my hemorrhoids are scary, how badly do I need that extra cup of coffee? The answer is very.
I don’t feel like myself and can’t do all I used to, cause my hormones are whack and it’s all because of you.
I know it will get better and at some point you’ll leave, but until then my old self I surely will grieve.
So postpartum I just wanted to make sure you know,
That I positively absolutely hate you so.
©MightyGodMightyMama
