There she was, after her water broke, ice cubes and water from the bucket she had pushed on stage centimeter by centimeter, her pregnancy, or early labour, having intense contractions, and she, with the help of an audience member, birthed a black and white striped back pack. Then the placenta.

Weaving the web of a very realistic, emotionally rollercoasting, raw postpartum period, that included endless breastmilk pumping, rocking the bucket full of ice cubes and water to sleep, almost drowning in it in another scene, and slipping and sliding without getting ground under her feet in yet another scene.... and shortly after dancing wildly and happily. This show brought an honesty across that brought me to tears. A rock, an island, memories of such vulnerability, it moved me.