The moment a child is born, the mother is also born

A friend of mine had a baby a few months ago. I spoke to her one day when she was having a tough time - the baby wasn't feeding well, wasn't sleeping well and was battling with cramps and hiccups. For those of us who have been through the baby stage, we [now] know that at times, you just have to be patient - that the hard times will eventually turn, that the child will outgrow the colic, or will start to kick and roll around, getting his/her little system going and the poos coming - or will start to smile that smile that warms your heart so much, you can feel it in your toes! But telling a new Mom that she must be patient just doesn't work - she's there, living the moment, losing sleep and pulling out her hair - unsure of what to do to help her child, who she barely knows well enough yet to even understand. I asked this friend if her Mom had been able to help, and with a little tremor in her voice, she told me that her Mom was on holiday. A few days later I received an sms from this same friend telling me that her little girl was improving, that she was feeding easier and seemed more comfortable. She also mentioned that her Mom was back from holiday. There's something that takes over you when you become a Mom, and you're never quite the same. Before Ella was born, I had never so much as changed a nappy or even really been that interested in children - except for a special little girl named Sarah (who is now a special young lady). Although I do remember one afternoon when we looked after Sarah for a few hours - she must have been about 3 and went running off to the loo for a wee and didn't quite make it in time - and then she needed to poo too, and "oh dear me, how was I going to wipe her bum?" I had never wiped someone else's bum before!