hormonal killing spree, but you stay the
course because you know this baby of
yours is going to be the bomb. Then,
finally, just when you can see a light at
the end of the tunnel, labor starts. Your
innards twist and strangle and force you
to stumble around hunched over in the
shape of the letter “C” while you breathe
and pray and curse and just when you
think it can’t get any more out-of-your-
mind painful, a giant baby head
squeezes out of a tiny hole in your
body.
Then. A full-blown miracle appears.
In order to change your life and start
living a new one that you’ve never lived
before, your faith in miracles, and