Norah says I’m a seashell. And in my belly she can hear the ocean.
She’s describing the sound of the doptone searching out elusive heartbeats.
A nurse I’ve never met sent me three seashells. I received them today. One for each of my children–the born, the born too soon, and the soon to come. A precious treasure.
May I daily remember to dive.
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Inexplicable Ways 