That gut wrenching Feeling

That day, a whisper in my gut,

A feeling strange, a restless rut.

A fear of losing—something unknown,

A silent ache, a seed sown.

I called it hormones, brushed it away,

Held my baby, made it through the day.

Five days past birth, raw and weak,

Yet something lingered—I couldn’t speak.

He dozed off, Netflix aglow,

I reached for his phone, just to close.

But there it was...