It's 3:30 a.m. and I'm sitting in our arm chair, a squirming, crying bundle of baby in my arms. I murmur soothingly as I struggle to adjust the Boppy and get her in position. Her little mouth opens as she twists and turns, stretching to reach me. Finally, her mouth closes around my nipple and my toes curl in pain.
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