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Unfit mother
Before you read . Ive been told i have postnatal depression which im not sure why i have . But i just wanted to release something out
Soft movements
Little cries
Every 3 to four hours
Light on
Jump out
Run down stairs
Boil water
4 level scoops not 5
Few minutes to cool
Steriliser on
Screeching piercing cries
Shes getting murdered
Run
Fast
Quick
Careful not to trip
" terrible mother "
She lays there hopeless
Red cheeks
Puffy face
Tears streaming down
Pick her up
Bib on
bottle in her mouth
Fed
Nappy changed
Cuddled
Soundly asleep
Head begins
Didn't burp enough
Babys clothes need to be washed
Untidy cluttered mess
Not bonding
Too Smothering
Am i loving her enough?
Mummy groups
Mummy talks
Mummy hair
Mummy must behave a certain way
Not good enough
Shut up smile
Dont show your depressed
Keep it suppressed
Cant express
Wasn't enough
Bad mother
Breast is best
Lost
Confused
Robot on demand
Exhausted
Maybe ill sow another hand
Shut up and smile
Pretend your glowing
Keep them far away from the truth
" be great full a blessing has come you way others try try and never get there bundle of joy "
3 and half hours later
Cries begin
Run!
Quick!
Faster!
Faster
They'll Think your an unfit mother
Soft movements
Little cries
Every 3 to four hours
Light on
Jump out
Run down stairs
Boil water
4 level scoops not 5
Few minutes to cool
Steriliser on
Screeching piercing cries
Shes getting murdered
Run
Fast
Quick
Careful not to trip
" terrible mother "
She lays there hopeless
Red cheeks
Puffy face
Tears streaming down
Pick her up
Bib on
bottle in her mouth
Fed
Nappy changed
Cuddled
Soundly asleep
Head begins
Didn't burp enough
Babys clothes need to be washed
Untidy cluttered mess
Not bonding
Too Smothering
Am i loving her enough?
Mummy groups
Mummy talks
Mummy hair
Mummy must behave a certain way
Not good enough
Shut up smile
Dont show your depressed
Keep it suppressed
Cant express
Wasn't enough
Bad mother
Breast is best
Lost
Confused
Robot on demand
Exhausted
Maybe ill sow another hand
Shut up and smile
Pretend your glowing
Keep them far away from the truth
" be great full a blessing has come you way others try try and never get there bundle of joy "
3 and half hours later
Cries begin
Run!
Quick!
Faster!
Faster
They'll Think your an unfit mother
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