A year ago, I was drowning.
Not just in sleepless nights and newborn cries, but in a suffocating wave of guilt.
I was deep in the trenches of early second-time motherhood, caring for a newborn and a toddler, and I felt like I was failing both of them. I never had enough sleep, patience, or me to go around.
As an only child, I had no experience with sibl…
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