Clear cut.

The pain of labor is nothing.

A jagged, brilliant flash that leaves you breathless and begging at three minute intervals.

Hewn and made whole in an instant.

The pain of motherhood is inconceivable.

Cleaved in half again and again.

Each time a surprise, unaware as you were,

standing by the kitchen window, admiring the sun on the hydrangeas.

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