When my children are not well, I like to pull them to me and hold them close, making sure they can hear my heartbeat.
A mothers heartbeat is an eternal comfort.
When Oscar is restless and will not sleep, I rest his head on my chest and don’t speak, letting him hear the sounds from the womb.
My body branded O before he was born. The strawberry kiss on the back of his head a reminder he was pressed low in my pelvis for a long while. But it is his face which is the most telling and fascinates me. His forehead bears a reddy purple v shape; the shape of my uneven pubic bone. It will fade. Maybe not until school age, but it will go.
I love these small things as they link me to my children, prompting me everyday to remember that together we are something wonderful.