She will wish time away. Check her watch. Wonder why it all seems to be taking so long. Then suddenly—it will feel as if it has happened overnight—there will be no need for bedtime stories, lullabies. No hand-holding. She will lose sight of what’s happening. It will speed up, like the pages of a calendar in one of those old-fashioned movies, flipping, flipping, one day, week, month into the next until, if she’s not careful, she will no longer recognize her child, her husband, her life.
