“If you’re bleeding that badly, then put down a towel and stop ruining my birthday,” were the final words Tyler said to me before he zipped his suitcase closed.I was sitting on the nursery floor, one hand clutching the white bars of the crib while the other rested against my stomach, still swollen and aching from childbirth. Our son, Parker, had arrived only eight days earlier, and those eight days had disappeared into a haze of sleepless exhaustion, relentless pain, and the overwhelming fear that comes with becoming a mother for the first time. But that afternoon, the exhaustion felt...
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