Leo has entered the teething stage of infancy and spent most of yesterday crying, his poor face twisted in pain. I still don’t know how to separate his suffering from my own. Maybe it’s because he lived in my body, but I feel physical discomfort when I hear him wailing. As I held him against me as he sobbed and shoved his hands in his mouth against his …
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