They give birth.
Stagger from bed at 2 am to stick a cracked nipple into a bawling infant’s mouth.
Change nappies filled with something that looks and smells like a volcanic eruption.
Is he/she fast asleep? Worries. Prods. Wakes.
Teething; incessant crying, nothing pacifies.
The word ‘sleep’ vanishes from the dictionary.
First steps, words; the terrible twos. ‘Me Time’ abandoned.
Mums survive; cradling their children in cocoons of love and support.
Who needs ‘Me time’. We are all amazing.