Tuesday, March 28, 2017

100 days of 100 words, day 19: love is a drug

Love Is A Drug

Pregnancy and childbirth bathed my brain in oxytocin, refiguring it down to the reptilian amygdala, carving very specific Lionel and Owen grooves.  As I nursed and cared for my babies, those grooves were periodically re-flooded, creating a perfect addiction.  

But people bond with and care for babies all the time without having gestated or birthed them.  Turns out the act of nurturing an infant and participating in daily care can also refigure the brain.  This is how I know that my first 'baby groove' was laid down by Scotty, whom I fed and comforted and diapered and carried on my hip.  My brain hurts.

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