
As a nurse, I was prepared for all sorts of biological changes pregnancy was going to bring me as per each book published on the subject. As an adoptee, this was especially important, since the mother I had been given was not the one who had given me the life given to me.
Nothing prepared me for the first time I smelled my first-born.
It took me a while to realize WHERE that "smell" originated.

Yes...
My daughter came from my body... my uterus, my vagina, and each time I smelled her head, I was smelling the inside of my own body-cavity, and that kinda freaked me out... yet... I will admit, I liked it, too.
I think that's the Animal-Within-Us-(Females)... we KNOW who belongs to us, if given the chance to smell our own young.
I wonder how many of our mothers were given that chance?
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