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“Time started to bend. I was carrying the future inside me. I would learn that I was also carrying the eggs, already within my baby’s womb, that could go on to partly form my potential grandchildren. My future grandchildren were in some way inside me, just as part of me spent time in the womb of my grandmother. I was carrying inside me a pool of amniotic fluid, which was once rivers, lakes and rain. I was carrying a third more blood, which was once soil and stars and lichen.2 The baby was formed of the atoms of the earth, of the past and the future. Every atom in her body existed when the earth formed 4.5 billion years ago. She will live for many years, I hope, when I have returned to the ground. She will live on the earth when I am gone. Time bends.”
― Lucy Jones, Matrescence: On the Metamorphosis of Pregnancy, Childbirth and Motherhood

“The critical transition period which has been missed is MATRESCENCE, the time of mother-becoming,’ writes Raphael. ‘During this process, this rite of passage, changes occur in a woman’s physical state, in her status within the group, in her emotional life, in her focus of daily activity, in”
― Lucy Jones, Matrescence: On the Metamorphosis of Pregnancy, Childbirth and Motherhood

“Despite the challenging symptoms, both physical and emotional, being in the closest possible physical relationship with another being was one of the most enlivening, wild and interesting experiences of my life.”
― Lucy Jones, Matrescence: On the Metamorphosis of Pregnancy, Childbirth and Motherhood

“Becoming a mother had also forced me to face an inconvenient truth: that my time on earth was limited, and my time with my baby, and then with my children, had an end point.”
― Lucy Jones, Matrescence: On the Metamorphosis of Pregnancy, Childbirth and Motherhood

“I thought early motherhood would be gentle, beatific, pacific, tranquil: bathed in a soft light. But actually it was hardcore, edgy, gnarly. It wasn’t pale pink; it was brown of shit and red of blood. And it was the most political experience of my life, rife with conflict, domination, drama, struggle and power.”
― Lucy Jones, Matrescence: On the Metamorphosis of Pregnancy, Childbirth and Motherhood