Amniotics spilt, and semiotics rupture; There are no words, just raw screams and suckles. Child of God, child of man - no difference: New life is unmoored emotion, a wide sea of tears and sick, one desire: to feed, to gather more, be mother-close.
But God won’t stay.
Controlled crying. Separation an immediate fact post-partum: we must learn to settle ourselves and enjoy the moments we have together. Foretastes of another rupture to come, a larger curtain rent, another cry of pain when we’ll be thrown down into Mother’s hands, never to leave them.