I was not thriving. In fact, I was barely surviving. But, I was so in the weeds that I just didn’t know I needed out.  This is my story.  When my oldest was born he, like most babies, resisted sleeping anywhere except on me. So I would sleep propped up in bed, him on my chest, me shivering through the night barely covered, mostly comfortable, but mostly happy to get chunks of sleep. By the time my maternity leave was up, he and I would get about 3-4 ...
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