110108 - UK

I thought Neil blamed me the other day. I should have known better, he never would. But my mother bear brain was not thinking clearly. I carried Mary Ann for about 10-15 minutes but all of a sudden I felt this strong pain. I could carry her, but wanted rather to place her somewhere. There was no place at the hospital to put her and all our things where left on the floor by Neil. He was no where to see. I had no idea what to do. I couldn’t get the things on the floor while holding Mary Ann. I thought about kicking our things down the hall to a place where I could place Mary Ann while waiting for him. When Neil came, he saw in my face something was wrong. I told him that he had to take Mary Ann quickly. He surprised said that I didn’t hold her for that long. That made me sad. I felt that he was blaming me for not being able to hold her for a longer time. That was silly of me. Finally in the evening I told him that made me sad, with the long explanation naturally: I was just trying me very best. I would prefer to be able to do it all with Mary Ann on my very own if I could. But I rather back out if I’m sure I can handle things. And then the sweet guy just says; Yes, I know. I just said you didn’t hold her for long as in we have to remember that you might not be able to hold her that long on your own without server pain. We better plan it differently then in stead of you feeling all this pain.
Then I kick myself and wonder why is it that I suddenly forget what Neil is all about? After all the things we have been through. My conclusion is that it was me acting as a mother bear and not being able to think of anything else but protecting my little bear cub and my own pride as a mother in the same time.

Is their a law that lets you keep what you got if you show you really cherish your treasure?