When I look back on my first weeks as a new mother, I try to remember the beauty: quiet evenings with my husband as we cradled our new son together while he slept, the awe while watching the barely perceptible rise and fall of his gentle newborn breaths, the horrified hilarity of his first projectile poop during a diaper change.
But for a long time...
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