The mothers surrounding me were different ages and different shapes and sizes, but all of us shared a common quality: a wild look in our eyes, perhaps a button askew on our shirts, hair thrown up in messy buns or that lay rumpled on our shoulders — the hallmarks of sleep deprivation and the exhaustion of new motherhood that soaked our very bones…..
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Dr. Kelly Norman, DC
