• Join now
  • Log In
RSL on FacebookRSL on TwitterRSL on InstagramRSL on YouTubeSubscribe
The Royal Society of Literature
  • About us
    • What we do
    • Council
    • Staff
    • Jobs
  • Join & support
    • Digital Events Pass
    • Membership
    • 1820 Club
    • Become a Patron
    • Literature Matters Supporters’ Circle
    • Corporate Partnerships
    • A legacy to Literature
    • Volunteer
    • Thank You
  • What’s on
  • Library
    • RSL Review Magazine
    • Research
    • The Literature Matters Hub
  • RSL Fellows
    • Fellows
    • RSL Open
    • 40 Under 40
    • Honorary Fellows
    • Fellowship Election
    • Fellows Remembered
    • Fellows’ Reading Group Recommendations
  • Outreach
    • History is in the Making Anthology
    • Reading Together Hub
  • Awards & Prizes
    • Sky Arts RSL Writers Awards
    • RSL International Writers
    • RSL Christopher Bland Prize
    • RSL Giles St Aubyn Awards for Non-Fiction
    • RSL Literature Matters Awards
    • RSL Ondaatje Prize
    • V.S. Pritchett Short Story Prize
    • The Encore Award
      • The Nation’s Favourite Second Novel
    • Companions of Literature
    • The Benson Medal
  • News
  • Contact

MENU

  • About us
    • What we do
    • Council
    • Staff
    • Jobs
  • Join & support
    • Digital Events Pass
    • Membership
    • 1820 Club
    • Become a Patron
    • Literature Matters Supporters’ Circle
    • Corporate Partnerships
    • A legacy to Literature
    • Volunteer
    • Thank You
  • What’s on
  • Library
    • RSL Review Magazine
    • Research
    • The Literature Matters Hub
  • RSL Fellows
    • Fellows
    • RSL Open
    • 40 Under 40
    • Honorary Fellows
    • Fellowship Election
    • Fellows Remembered
    • Fellows’ Reading Group Recommendations
  • Outreach
    • History is in the Making Anthology
    • Reading Together Hub
  • Awards & Prizes
    • Sky Arts RSL Writers Awards
    • RSL International Writers
    • RSL Christopher Bland Prize
    • RSL Giles St Aubyn Awards for Non-Fiction
    • RSL Literature Matters Awards
    • RSL Ondaatje Prize
    • V.S. Pritchett Short Story Prize
    • The Encore Award
      • The Nation’s Favourite Second Novel
    • Companions of Literature
    • The Benson Medal
  • News
  • Contact
  • Join now
  • Log In
Return To Map

For Jasper

By: Sally Sculthorpe

About The Poem

These words are for my baby son. I wanted to capture for him what it felt like to be pregnant in a global pandemic.


The Poem

For Jasper

My son, my son, halfway to one. My words are for you in the years to
come, about my pandemic pregnancy as a Lockdown first time Mum.

In December 2019, I gasped as a blue line appeared on test number
three. I hardly dared to imagine how life-altering this could be.

Then nausea struck and tiredness was hard to overcome. I felt a
fluttering inside as you grew from a berry, to a grape and then a plum.

When the news of Covid-19 broke I was barely showing, a Baby on
Board badge the only identifier of the life I was growing.

There was a buzz amongst colleagues. Have you heard? My office
became a haze of hand sanitiser. At first it seemed absurd.

How quickly, the risk of the virus began to linger in the air. Infectious
and invisible but as the number of cases rose, we knew it was there.

Queues formed outside shops without end, preparing for a pandemic
that felt pretend. People fearful of impending disaster panic-bought
their worries in toilet roll and pasta.

Shall we stockpile nappies? Add to the madness. My common sense
impeded by the sadness, that this is not the pregnancy I had planned.

Lockdown 1

On 16 March 2020, the Government locked down the nation. You and
I little bump are to stay home and safe, a shielding staycation.

We built a routine for our at-home workplace. Took a daily walk past
rainbows stuck to windows, I waddled at an ever-slowing pace.

Furloughed in April. I focused on keeping us free from germs.
Maintained my social distance, diligently followed the Government’s
shifting terms.

We took taxis to hospital to check-up on you. As my bump grew
bigger masked drivers asked cautiously, So when are you due?

Hospital appointments alone, partners were banned. Your Daddy
paced the carpark, nervously waiting while my stomach was scanned.

A record-breaking hot Summer. Neighbours smiled as I shuffled down
our street. I sweated like a baked potato in the blistering heat.

More hospital visits wearing a mask secured from ear-to-ear. My face
is covered but cannot hide my fear as the due date drew near.

I went overdue, carrying you. For thirteen long days I drank raspberry
tea and climbed countless flights of stairs, but it was not to be.

We’ll induce you on Friday. They said casually. I felt terrified and
anxious, ready to pop. My hospital bag packed with a face mask on
top.

I laboured for hours cared for by shielded faces with kind eyes. The
pain was already forgotten when we heard your first cries.

One look at your curled-up limbs and face with a nose like mine. I was
flooded by a feeling of unconditional love that is impossible to define.

Lockdown 2

In your early weeks we feel the strain, of another virus strain and the
lockdown loop began again.

Daddy works from home in the living room. To entertain you, I sing
‘Twinkle, Twinkle’ feeling silly with other parents over Zoom.

Loved ones smile and talk to you through screens. Saying your name,
like you know what it means. Digital faces putting on a show, who are
far away and missing you grow.

Your Granny can’t hide her sadness, He won’t know us, she said.
Grandpa’s more stoical, This can’t last forever, he is upbeat instead.

Winter hits hard with little to do. I walk in all weathers, braving the
elements, sheltering on Lloyd Park’s benches to breastfeed you.

Second guessing. Over-stressing. Are you still breathing? Is that red
rash teething? You chew your fingers until they look numb, we look for
a hint of white on your red sore gum.

Lockdown 3

We took you home into the parenting unknown, a blur of sleepless
nights and yet almost six months have somehow flown.

Milestones are met and missed by most. He’s trying to roll! I text the
Grandparents to boast.

You know what you like. You look so bored with a toy, or disinterested
in a game today, that just last week was your very favourite to play.

So much restriction for one so small. I’m glad you’re oblivious to it all.
Now there’s hope, a vaccine, steps out of this before you can crawl.

Hope

My son, my son, halfway to one. What a beautiful spirited human
you’ve become.

When you ask me how did it feel, what do I remember of a time so
surreal?

There is one lasting memory that will never fade. This was the year in
which you were made.

I will love you forever my lockdown little one. I couldn’t be prouder to
be your Mum.

Return To Map

Previous: Solace

By Sarah Nacer

View Poem

Next: After The Fallow

By Justin Coombes

View Poem

Do you have poem you would like to feature? Submit it here

Support

Support

The Royal Society of Literature is a registered charity and receives no government funding. Discover how to donate and sponsor the RSL.

Join the RSL Mailing List

Sign up to our monthly e newsletter to find out about forthcoming RSL events and news and information from other literary organisations.

Sign up now

News & Updates

  • The RSL Spring 2023 Season
    The RSL Spring 2023 Season

    31/01/2023

    What do paradise, psychoanalysis, spoil heaps, steelworks, careers, clowning and tennis all have in …

  • History is in the Making – Competition and Anthology
    History is in the Making – Competition and Anthology

    18/01/2023

    To celebrate our bicentenary, 20 current RSL Fellows have contributed to a brand new anthology that …

  • 2022’s RSL Giles St Aubyn Awards for Non-Fiction announced
    2022’s RSL Giles St Aubyn Awards for Non-Fiction announced

    15/12/2022

    Established in 2017, the RSL Giles St Aubyn Awards support writers on their first commissioned works …

  • 2022’s RSL Literature Matters Awards announced
    2022’s RSL Literature Matters Awards announced

    13/12/2022

    Now in their fifth year, the RSL Literature Matters Awards aim to enable literary excellence and inn …

Read all news

RSL on Twitter

Tweets by RSLiterature Join the conversation
  • Terms & conditions
  • Privacy Policy

The Royal Society of Literature, Somerset House, Strand, London WC2R 1LA. Tel 020 7845 4678. Registered Charity No. 213-962

WEBSITE BY BOOKSWARM