January 25, 2018

They were dark, dark days, and it wasn’t just the Boston winter gloom. I would walk to the breast pump room at Children’s Hospital six times a day, lock the door, set up my equipment, settle in the chair, turn on the pumping machine, sigh, and then sob. Uncontrollable...

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