You read so much about it. You expect it. You wait for it, with breath barely breathed and muscle barely moved. You feel it in the anticipation and the excitement, as if you could reach out and hold it. And if it could be bottled, it would shine like a beacon. It would shine. That rush of love.
And the first time I did it, brought a life into this world, I felt it. Despite the wires and the pain and the confusion, I felt it. That rush of love when they handed her to me. As her crying stopped, and she looked at me. As I became a mother for the very first time. So why wouldn’t it always be like that? That rush of love like a lightening strike through my veins, a pulse in my body as strong as a beating drum.
My baby my baby my baby my baby….