She didn't know if she was the mother or the child. Perhaps she was both. Or her consciousness was so open and expanded that boundaries were blurred and she felt all she would ever feel squished into a single moment of unrelenting pressure. But she did know she was scared, existing beyond her own limits, as she was either pushing or being pushed through the birth canal and into whatever life lay beyond. There were three heartbeats, the mother's and both babies, pulsing in rhythms wi...