dark eyes of hers, straight at me and through me, I felt more understood than I have ever felt from any look by anybody. Nobody says much and nothing prepares you. I’ve often wondered why women don’t warn each other properly about the horrors of childbirth. There is something medieval about the pain, the howling, the push-push-pushing. In the birthing room next door, the November night my daughter was born, I heard a woman scream, ‘Kill me! Just kill me!’ That was just after my waters had…
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