Terribly poignant story of maternal love, octopus-style, here. The gist is that some scientists observed an octopus clinging onto a rock deep down in the ocean to protect her 150 developing babies for 53 months solidly and almost certainly didn't eat in that time. (The very thought is giving me the horrors.) They think she would have died shortly after they finally dispersed. Standard behaviour for octopuses, apparently. Puts my three solid years of broken nights in perspective!