What Keeps Me Up at Night: How Do I Meet My Son’s Needs If I Can’t See Them?
This is where, for me, motherhood divided into ‘Before’ and ‘After.’
Lethargic. Racing heart. No food. Only water. No fever.
We can see you at 9:30.
Befoe, McSweeney’s Before
I am fine, my boy is fine, we are all fine.
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