I thought becoming a mother would be the hardest challenge I’d ever face, but I never expected to feel so alone before my baby was even born. Looking back now, I wish I’d recognized much sooner that something was terribly wrong.
The clock on the nightstand glowed, showing 2:47 am., and I hadn’t slept for more than 20 minutes at a stretch. My back-throbbed constantly, as if someone had wedged a brick under my spine, and the baby’s tiny heels drummed against my bruised ribs in a rhythm’ that felt almost cruel.
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