My health fell apart in 2020. It was a challenging year for all the familiar reasons; it was also the year I had my first baby.
Certainly the shrill political climate, state-mandated isolation, and media-fueled race riots didn’t make pregnancy any easier. Add to that a difficult birth and the prolonged sleeplessness of having a colicky kid, and I was in for a grim postpartum fall.
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