The Doctor pronounced her as perfect: perfectly proportioned and perfectly pretty (but we already knew that!).
The nurse stuck pins in her... She screamed... and screamed again. Screaming as if her lungs would burst, and my heart broke.
She wouldn't even take solace in the boob, the boob had betrayed her and I'd let her be hurt. That's not what Mummies are for.
So, just as I'd cried on the way there, I cried on the way home.
Now Isobel is drifting in and out of sleep in my arms and I'm eating chocolate, just waiting for a smile to let me know I'm forgiven.
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