What Kind of Mother Quotes

“I could barely feel my arms anymore, they were so sore. Picking up anything at this point, a pencil or a fork, would send a jolt of pain through my joints. It felt like they might pop right out from their sockets. If one of us wasn’t holding you, cradling you, you’d wail away and never stop. It reached the point where I had to push the sound of you out of my head.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, What Kind of Mother