My baby was born upside down in a wholly translucent white sac. We inverted each other, time pulled through us and turned right side out. She won’t recall these early days but they will be in her. I will collect moments so she can wade in her early self, and examine them through me. A mother knows what her child goes through even if she didn’t see it.
Before I met my baby, I found my biological grandmother. She appeared to me in a pregnancy dream: I was in labor and put under anesthesia. When I woke up, my baby was gone. They took my baby before I could see it was a girl. Time makes things look separate when they are not.