Now We Are Four
I gave birth to my son at a hospital. Months later, walking past the same building with my baby in his stroller, I was stunned at the fact that new life was materializing, moment by moment, in the building before me. How could it be that new humans were literally emerging constantly? What if the nurses were called upon to account for the number of patients? How could they meet this request when life was constantly splitting, one individual becoming two?
When my daughter was born at home I was similarly bemused. I remarked to all who came to see her, "We were three. And now we are four. But no one came into the house."

--- From Mommyblogs
May Friedman
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