drowning in a pool of "why are you here?"

I love my Mom.



when i am bottle feeding a premature infant (wait, a child in the ICU receiving their nutrition not through a feeding tube or IV??!! a rare treat indeed) ..... as i swaddle the tiny, barely there human in my arms, i am left a) astonished at the ease of consolability by a stranger [me] b) wondering "where da hell is the momma?"