They can’t prepare you for that first late night, in a quiet house
When the baby and husband are settled and sleeping
The dogs have found their spot on the couch for the night and there’s nothing but the stillness keeping your mama heart company
As you check the doors one last time
Prep the bottles for overnight feedings
Sneak into the corner spot on the couch to breath and sit in the dark
You hold that monitor screen in your hands and feel your eyes start to sting in the glow of the tiny sleeping face you’ve grown to know and love so well in just a few short weeks
Your heart lets go of all the emotions you kept in through another day
And the waves of every emotion you have ever felt come pouring out of you the rage and grief and joy crash and burn
And collide in your chest and the laughter and screaming is surely going to shake the windows
The fire that burns a mothers heart is one of ice and flowers
Frostbite in spring , it’s beautiful and doesn’t damage in its wake
Only leaves the dewdrops in the morning to show it had once held fast
It’s a privilege to carry the burden of such great love even when the weight of it feels like the dead weight of water on a dam
And just when you’re sure you might burst and the neighbors would surely have called for help by now
The world comes into focus again and you wipe the quiet tears off your face with a smile of desperate understanding for the girl inside your heart
And all the girls you know that have brought life earth side , and the battles that come with it and the nights they’ve spent like these they never saw coming
And you know they didn’t see it coming
They can’t prepare you for that first late night, in a quiet house.
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