Four months after my daughter was born, I stopped measuring time in hours.

I measured it in feedings.

Two in the morning.

Four-thirty.

Six.

Sometimes more.

By breakfast, I often couldn’t remember whether I had brushed my teeth.

Coffee went cold on the counter.

Meals were whatever I could eat with one hand while holding a baby with the other…. Continue Reading ⬇️

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