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A poem of infertilityFrom: anonymous@obgyn.netSat, 12 Apr 97 08:10:14 -0400
I suffer from secondary infertiity and it's really getting to me: this is a poem I see you grow and play each day I wonder if you will ever stay just a baby wee and small but know you are nearly twice as tall. We want more just like you to love and cuddle with eyes so blue. I am worried I am not the mother you should have cause I am not enjoying what I have. Am I the selfish one to ask for more? Should i cry every nite before bed? Should I keep taking these stupid pills to try and try to make more still. My life seems to be drifting by and I can't remember the last time I smiled. Watching you grow so fast I am dreading the day you ask... where are my sisters and my brothers dear. Oh it's what I feard mom can't make anymore......
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