My Child Is Here, But My Body Is Still Not My Own

My Child Is Here, But My Body Is Still Not My Own

One afternoon as I nursed my son in the glider in his bedroom, I felt a stabbing sensation and looked down to find that the nail on his pointer finger was implausibly sharp –the tiniest awl driven into my chest just above my right breast.

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