About 12 hours after my first daughter was born, one of my midwives popped in to my hospital room for a routine visit. In she walked, chipper and cheerful, and asked how I was doing. I started to cry a quiet, pitiful cry that took my voice away. She looked at me quizzically as she walked around my bed and asked what the matter was. I couldn?t find ...
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