By Lacey Owen
YOU Mumma!
You grew a life from scratch.
You were right there when their heart started beating, nestled safely within you. You were there when their first breath brushed past their perfect lips. Every detail of their being is created at your core and is then lovingly nurtured day in and day out, ingrained in your memory.
You can’t help but be so acutely in tune with their bodies to notice anything and everything that deviates from the norm. From a new bruise that surfaces on their delicate rosy skin to a scrape on their bony shin. A redness to their squishy bottom to the amount of days it’s been since their last poo. A subtle shift in their behaviour. A muffled cough heard two doors down the hallway can prick up your ears. Occasionally there doesn’t even have to be any outward signs for you to know something is amiss.
Though their intentions are honourable, no one – not your mother, not your friends, neighbours, teachers, nurses, doctors, or Google – know your child anywhere close to how you know them.
Every element of your makeup is designed to protect and soothe their little bodies. The rhythm of your heart. Your natural scent. The touch of your fingertips gently caressing their cheek.
Every element of your makeup is designed to protect and soothe their little bodies. The rhythm of your heart. Your natural scent. The touch of your fingertips gently caressing their cheek.
You’re their safety. You are their home. So it comes as no surprise that any element of hurt or danger involving your cub will conjure up a shit storm, not only in your heart but in your stomach.
It’s called a gut feeling for a reason and it will very rarely, if ever let you down. If something doesn’t sit right with you, doesn’t make sense, or that voice in your head simply won’t dampen down, LISTEN to it and act. Seek a second or third opinion if that’s what it takes to settle your mind.
