I hold his tiny fingers and wonder
"How are we going to make it through this?"
as I drip milk and blood and tears.

I feel defeated after only six days.
Wholly incapable of doing this job.
Sleep doesn't come for me,
as every intake of breath
and every skip in those intakes
jars me awake.

Though ten of thousands of millions of women
have done this before me.
They have done it through harsher conditions
and with far less support.
And though I know, in time, I will feel successful
I will feel at ease
I will feel like everything has gotten easier...

Today, I am incapable of knowing how I will ever make it through this.