Childless Mother – A Poem

July 17, 2008

Childless Mother – A Poem

I am a childless mother.
There is an empty hole in my heart
Where my child is supposed to be.
Where there should be squeals and laughter
There is nothing but mind-numbing silence.
And look, there, in the corner sitting idly,
Waiting, is a child’s rocker, my rocker-
The rocker that I sued to sit in and imagine
Rocking my baby instead of just a doll.
And I realize, that as empty as that rocker seems,
My arms feel even heavier with the emptiness.
How can emptiness feel so heavy?
That emptiness carries my broken dreams,
My disppointments, my resentment.
Flutterby kisses never shared,
Laughter never heard,
Tears never brushed away
All weigh more than a child ever will.
There is an empty hole in my heart
Where my child is supposed to be.
I am a childless mother.

by Louise C. Taylor, Copyright 1997

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Did you know that a helpful micro-organism can cause miscarriage?

July 17, 2008

We have many micro-organisms living harmlessly—even helpfully—in our female and male reproductive tracts. However, some certain bacteria can cause us problems!

What are names of these troublesome little guys? Mycoplasma hominis and ureaplasma urealyticum!

We can live our lives normally and not even know (no symptoms) we have until we start to have a miscarriage and then the doctor will do a test.

What happens is the infection with these bacteria can inflame the endometrium (the lining of the uterus), making it impossible for an embryo to develop.


You who never arrived

July 15, 2008

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don’t even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment. All the immense
images in me– the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected
turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods-
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house–, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,–
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,
gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?
perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, seperate, in the evening…

-Rainer Maria Rilke

A poem for all the women who experienced early pregnancy loss, chemical pregnanct and miscarriage.


Hello World!

July 13, 2008

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