1995
Let go, my sister suggested, that night after we calmed down. Let go, the sea waves whispered throughout my summer in Mucknamore. Let go, my own musings on freedom had urged. Then along you come and do it for me.
Nine months you spent dissolving my self from within and then at last you are here, out in the world. At last, I am holding you and knowing that your need, your ferocious, helpless human baby need, will reconstitute a whole new self around you.
From now on, I'll still be me, but I will also be all yours.
What an entrance you make! It begins with small contractions, well spaced, and for hours I cope well, but then I end up on a hospital bed the height and width of an ironing board, under orders not to move. All I want to do is get down on all fours. Maeve is there beside m
