First Flutterings

Those first delicate flutterings, the first real sign that somebody – the start of a new life – is moving around in there…
For the past week I have been feeling the tiny movements of Baby no.2, as gentle as the flapping of a sparrow’s wings: it is both such a small thing and such a miraculous thing.
It is a mother’s little reward for all those mornings spent head-down over the sink, heaving and cursing and wondering what’s it all for?
Suddenly, you smile secretly to yourself and you know what it’s all for.
These are the private moments between the two of us that nobody else can share. It is the only time in our lives that we will share this exclusive, secretive bond, this private communication line.
It’s the reason why pregnant women sometimes smile enigmatically as they are walking along (or typing at their desk), or lying on the sofa, thinking… imagining.
I didn’t expect it to be so, but the miracle of life is every bit as fascinating second time round.