I remember my first pregnancy well. The labour was long and painful. Excruciatingly painful, both physically and emotionally.
I remained relatively quiet during the birth, despite the searing agony. Head down, sweating, mind focused on the matter at hand. Trying to not attract the attention of The Creatures. But all the stress and the hurting dissolved into nothingness as I looked at my little baby boy. I gazed into his big bright eyes and my heart swelled with love and pride. I cleaned him up, touched at how vulnerable he was. I smelt his beautiful new born baby scent as I gave him his first feed. It was the only feed I would ever be allowed to give him.
The Creatures, the terrible creatures, they stole my baby. They stole him and took him away from me. I bellowed and shouted, I threw my head in anger and fear but it was futile. The Creatures had restrained me, locked me in a cell. I never got to see my son again, let alone cuddle him close, watch him grow up. That was my first