On first hearing that little voice – as fine and friable, I felt, as cotton thread, the impact on my soul was that of the highest magnitude of earthquake, those that occur every hundred years, say, or every thousand. The old shell I called myself cracked and was swallowed by a sudden crevasse, and just as suddenly was lost in the commotion.
Antonella Gambotto-Burke, Mama: Dispatches from the Frontline of Love
giving-birth, labor, love, motherhood, parenthood