The worst part -
the absolute worst part
is remembering
the loss of control.
I couldn't stop them
from telling me my baby
had some problems.
And once they told me,
my body didn't belong
to me anymore.
It had become a dangerous vehicle
for a defective baby
and vitally important to separate us.
They made conversation
and decisions casually over my head,
while my life shattered in front of them.
Hurt baby became hurt mom.
Maybe if they had let us stay together
just a little bit longer - maybe I could have fixed him.
2015 Extra Note - That's not true. The worst part was the alone-ness.
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