Sarah Peck

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My role? My body had built his body cell by cell by cell, spent almost a year putting him together in the dark, and now I was supposed to sit back and tend to him, keep him safe and alive with my milk but also—impossibly, it felt—trust that his body would do its work, that he would keep breathing all on his own.
And Now We Have Everything: On Motherhood Before I Was Ready
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