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The journey makes us one.

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 breathe...