It’s this that I marvel at to varying degrees when I see parents with more than one child.
How can you reconcile the threat of a pain like that?
Your first child – sure.
You have no idea.
You didn’t know how it would feel to have your heart become one pink beating wound – how it would feel to love something like this – in a way that leaves you constantly out of breath.
And how with that feeling came side effects – the most maddening of which for me is a humming anxiety which manifests itself in the suburban catastrophising of the everyday.
To know all this and then to go – yeah more of that please – more babies – more agony – more awful premonitions on a Monday at three – more feelings – seems to me a brave and outrageous feat.
So I am now a cat person.