Melting Faces and Midnight Prayers
<p><strong>Note to readers</strong>: The following poem is about not getting ANY sleep after bringing home a baby. I had the weirdest images of my entire life go through my mind during this time of <em>no sleep</em>. After a few weeks, I beat insomnia. One visualization I used to help during this time was imagining myself asleep on a huge sheet of ice covered in snow. Cold things really help with postpartum pains.</p>
<p><strong>Even though my lack of sleep was severe, I still loved my baby through it all.</strong> I’m happy that I bonded with him instantly and could compartmentalize and see these things as separate from him.</p>
<p>I’ve talked to other moms, and they also had these kinds of images in their heads after giving birth. Sometimes people see these things with their eyes open (which could be linked to a type of postpartum mental illness). Fortunately, that wasn’t the case for me.</p>
<p>I would consider this experience different than invasive thoughts; it’s more like the REM cycle for dreams starts playing while you’re awake.</p>
<p>I’ve been writing articles and poems about my postpartum experiences as a way to journal it all and move on. I plan to continue doing this.</p>
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