Ode to HG

Sometimes when I get ready in the morning and see my PICC line scar, I am flooded with memories of my pregnancy.  Please enjoy my rudimentary poem entitled "Ode to HG"

As time goes by the memories fade

The miserable nights, and endless days

The weeks from hell, the months of pain

22 ER trips; the doctors thought I was insane

Truth be told, I'd do it again

The PICC line and zofran were worth it in the end

But the nightmares continue and the flashbacks don't stop

The thought of another baby leaves me completely distraught 

The scar on my arm is a constant reminder

That the horrors of HG are not far behind us

I wouldn't wish it on anyone, not for one day

But I'd go through it again, for our sweet baby