Birth story haikus!
I still haven’t found the hundreds of hours I’d need to chronicle the entire saga of the pregnancy, birth, and NICU stay of baby #6, and I have no idea when I will, so that means it’s time to do some more birth story haikus! It’s been over two years since the last round, so I’m sure there will be plenty of new stories to share.
I’ll go ahead and make my post a theme of “pregnancies gone horribly awry,” and include my second pregnancy, when I got a deep vein thrombosis. (A quick recap for new readers: after getting a DVT in my second pregnancy, I was diagnosed with a blood clotting disorder that’s exacerbated by being pregnant. We thought it would be easily manageable with preventative blood thinners. For the next three pregnancies, it was. And then…it wasn’t.)
Without further ado, onto my 17-syllable birth stories!
Alas, no more midwife birth.
Lungs full of blood clots.
Stabbed in neck for no reason.
Baby? Allllll worth it.
–> Now I want to hear your birth story haikus! Share a 5-7-5 syllable poem for one, some, or all of your pregnancies. I can’t wait to read them!
P.S. For any intrepid bloggers who are up to sharing all the details, Grace’s birth story linkup always has room for one more.
P.P.S. It has been brought to my attention that the plural of haiku is haiku. No s. If I were not typing this post at a ridiculous hour of the evening when I really should be sleeping, I would totally do something about that.
P.P.P.S. Or maybe I wouldn’t. Because saying “I loved those five haiku you wrote” just sounds weird.