A Poem from 24 weeks with Hyperemesis Gravidarum

A dark fog swirls around my bed
As I lie in it made of lead
If through this fog I can survive
One day again I'll be alive
But now I lie here oh so still
And dream of when I was not ill
The world is there just out of sight
Oh when did I last see its light?
And as the world continually
Moves on does it remember me?
While with this fog I still contend
I cannot seem to see the end
When I will join the world once more
Tho' not quite as I was before.

We Survived

I was just popping some poems on here that I wrote on my iPod while I was ill and I realised that I've never actually announced that the last pregnancy finished successfully.  I intended to maintain an ongoing diary while I was ill but it was just too much to manage and fell by the wayside while I just tried to survive but I have a few half written drafts and I want to try and write up what I can remember when I can.  Anyway, here is a picture of my little girl who was born at home on 25th July 2012 weighing 9lb3oz:

A Poem from 22 weeks with Hyperemesis Gravidarum

Now I have found myself caught up
Inside that cage of fog again
A prison sentence I must serve
Eight months tied down by HG chains
Through endless days inside this fog
I try to eat and drink enough
I wonder if it's in my mind
Am I just weak to find it tough?
The seasons still go flashing by
While here in bed my life stands still
Four months to go - eternity!
Until I am no longer ill