Other women don’t tell you first days also mean last.

The first time your son inhales a gulp of air, the first time he takes your breast and sucks hard, the first time he squeezes his tiny palm around some part of you and leaves depressions of his razor-nails inside your flesh, will also mean the last time your body holds him completely, in water [...]

Other women don’t tell you that you forget how to be alone (first day of school moments)

Not that you were any good at it before or even knew how to be alone really. But now, it’s a feeling you don’t understand. You don’t know what to do with your hands. Your body and mind feel foreign to you as though you are alone but with a stranger at the same time. [...]