enn veit ravnen om eg fell (still the raven knows if i fall)

Your twins are crying in their room, you think, they’ve been crying for ages. It already wouldn’t be easy with one kid but you have two so it’s double the attention and cries and you can’t take it. You don’t know who you are and where you start from and where you end and your kids keep fucking crying. Your mom would have taken care of them by now but you closed the door so the sound is secluded but you left it slightly ajar you know that much. You don’t know anything, you don’t know anything anymore not right now. Nine months, twelve months, eighteen months. Thirty-six hours in labour, seven months of pregnancy, two weeks in the closest thing to a hospital Kalm has to offer. The end is always near, the end is always. You don’t know where reality begins or ends.

or: No one thought to warn you of what motherhood entails—not this aspect. No one even thought to tell you.