So that's it, then
This just in: The overruling emotion of motherhood is not love, it is guilt. Pure, unadulterated guilt that is magnified ten-fold if you happen to be a working mother. If such a condition is self-inflicted, kindly multiply by another hundred.
Such are the profound insights that run through your head when watching your child being poked and prodded in sterile rooms with a myriad of sterile instruments that go bleep and zonk in the night.
Oh wait, when you hear words like 'developmental', 'disorder', 'delayed' in relation to your wonderful, brilliant child, you need to multiply the guilt by infinity.
nads went at 18:48