When I became a mother, everything shifted. From the moment, the moment, CR entered the world. Literally, I was one person while I labored for 27 hours and pushed for almost three, and then I was another, when she finally slipped into the world. I knew that would happen. That’s why I was so deathly afraid.
My post of two days ago got me thinking and actually doing some tossing and turning about how my “crossing over” all of a sudden felt vastly different to what I perceive other women’s journeys to be. But a few comments made me...