Think “Mommie Dearest” paired with European changeling folklore
Every mother has fears, some long before they ever even become a mother. If their child will survive long enough to be born. If there will be complications during the birth. What type of birth do I want? Will the child have my eyes? My hair? Will it have my personality? These are the thoughts that plague every mother. Once the baby is born those fears morph from fears of what could happen to fears of the day to day. Are they developed enough to make it? How do I balance this new life of mine?
The overwhelming joy of creating your very own human drowns out much of those nightmarish thoughts. But one thing no mother has very high on her list of worries; hidden between the sleepless nights, the aches of childbearing and the stench of hospital antiseptic, is the fear that your child will be taken from you. When your mind is stuck between fear and exhaustion it can play tricks on you, fool you. Are you too far gone to believe the tricks or are you worn down just enough to feed the dangerous thoughts?
A horror-mystery steeped in myth and motherly exhaustion. Mother knows best. Or does she?
The overwhelming joy of creating your very own human drowns out much of those nightmarish thoughts. But one thing no mother has very high on her list of worries; hidden between the sleepless nights, the aches of childbearing and the stench of hospital antiseptic, is the fear that your child will be taken from you. When your mind is stuck between fear and exhaustion it can play tricks on you, fool you. Are you too far gone to believe the tricks or are you worn down just enough to feed the dangerous thoughts?
A horror-mystery steeped in myth and motherly exhaustion. Mother knows best. Or does she?