Naked motherhood

Water is dripping off me and I start to feel cold. I canโ€™t get dressed though. I canโ€™t move. I can only rock from side to side, the โ€œplease go back to sleepโ€ type of rocking. Iโ€™m praying to hear that little snore. Itโ€™s the sound of freedom. It tells me itโ€™s safe to put…