I miss being pregnant with my baby

 I miss being pregnant with my baby.

At least then, no one was trying to keep us apart.

When your baby is inside you, your bond is unquestioned.
No one interrupts it.
No one critiques it.
No one tries to manage it.

The minute your baby is born, it starts.

“Let us take them to the nursery.”
“They need to learn to sleep alone.”
“Don’t hold them so much.”
“Put them in the bassinet.”
“You’ll spoil them.”

Suddenly your instinct is treated like a problem to fix.
Like closeness is something to undo.
Like separation is the goal.

But my baby didn’t change when they were born.
They still know my heartbeat.
They still need my body.
They still belong with me.

Wanting to keep your baby close isn’t weakness.
It’s biology.
It’s love.
It’s the same bond that existed before the world got involved.