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222: the number of days I breastfed this baby. And today, I didn’t.
Because for me, the beginnings and the ends and the middles; the phasing out and the in-the-thick-of-it? They’re not so concrete. They blend together always.
Did you know that when you feel it all and when the lights are off and the thoughts and the cries are loud, you’re not alone?
I remember the feeling of lightness when Sunday arrived and the heaviness in the days that followed when the visitors left and the hormones crashed and a wave of newness like nothing I’d ever known came over me.