A frightful loop played in my deranged brain: yes, yes, yes, I want him, every moment of him, every adorable sneeze and snort. My inner crone wanted, desperately, to keep Baby Boy in my arms forever. Of course, everything Baby Boy does will be perfect. Because what is home if it is not with Baby Boy? My attachment to Baby Boy was so instantaneous that I could feel a tingling in anticipation of nursing, decades after I last nursed a child.

Source: New York Times May 07, 2016 04:26 UTC