There’s no feeling like an unexpected moment and where the sensation is a force of incredible power, those occasions are very few. I believe in the creator and I believe life is formed in secret and I appreciate that science charges forth unveiling the what, where, why and how’s of the created out of love of the work of the creator. Though I struggle when requested to be the object under the microscope, where it’s expected I place my child under the stream of science. Do we really expect our firstborns to be the clinical trial so we know better for the (if possible) next? Motherhood is sacred, our bodies contain a delicate strength, science still doesn’t understand why life doesn’t always form, why babies don’t always make it through a pregnancy, science’s ignorance repeatedly used as a springboard for instiling fear. Pressure from the midwife who knows best, entering hospital out of unease, our very selves invaded and a lack of decision, back bone and trust in God equals an intrusion that can’t be undone but at least, at least, despite meeting our child earlier than should ever have been, we know that for a moment in history we had a super cool kid and we really had no idea whether to laugh or cry.