Morning sproggers. Had a really scary incident yesterday. We were doing the Sunday morning breakfast in the lounge(used to be bedroom pre T) while reading newspapers ritual and I was sitting on the floor about to take my first sip of coffee. Thomas was occupying himself a few feet from me and husband was sitting on his little patch of rug eating and reading. Thomas sort of flitted between us — he’d walk up to us, give us a cuddle or kiss or just touch base and go back to what he was doing. He had just touched base with me and I thought he was back on his way to his toys so I lifted my STEAMING cup of coffee and prepared to take a sip. He decided to come back to me for some reason and sort of pounced on me. I knew that one of us was going to burn and as much as my survival instinct wanted it to not be me, my maternal instinct was a bajillion times stronger and I actually saw myself in slow motion turning the cup onto my chest (which was the ‘safest’ option). In that split second of NOOO I don’t want to burn and NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I don’t want my baby to burn I almost had an out of body experience… It’s really weird and powerful… Everything in my body told me not to turn the cup my way and I think my chest actually went as concave as concave can be — if I had no boobs I might not have burnt. But something way more urgent and I suppose primal overruled my body’s “I don’t want to burn” message and made me turn that cup onto me rather than having Thomas burn. I screamed like I don’t think I even screamed during labour and T got a huge fright but he was fine. Husband took care of T while I ran for the icepacks and cold shower. I’m fine – just shaken and a bit uncomfortable – wearing a very flimsy soft feeding bra today as the area’s a bit sensitive but we’ll be okay. Have any of you had a brush with the Maternal instinct?