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the warmth disappeared completely.
There was no support.
No help.
Just me, pain, dishes, laundry, sleepless nights, and a newborn attached to my chest twenty-four hours a day.
One afternoon, my stitches hurt so badly I thought something had torn internally. I asked Elise if she could hold Gigi for an hour while I went to urgent care.
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