Maybe my lower reptilian brain is more developed than my higher brain. But I carried that baby for 9 long months. I wanted it out of me and off of me.
After I delivered the nurse put the baby on my chest, expecting me to nurse. Was she kidding me? I just spent 14 hours trying to push that thing out of me and now it is supposed to suck the life out of me? AGAIN? No thanks. I felt like I was being eaten alive.
If I was an animal in the wild, my babies would've ended up being the piglets who were nursed by the tiger. It would've been their only shot at survival.
I guess I am a very bad mammal.