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MIL by Frances Badalamenti - Mutha Magazine
The morning after enduring twenty hours of sober-no-pain-drugs labor, two months after my mother died, I am sitting on the couch near my front window in loose-fitting pajama pants and a tank top pulled aside with the baby nibbling at my tender nipples like a newborn puppy right out of the wet sack. Staring at [&hellip