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The sound that greeted me when I opened my front door was not the gentle cooing of infants or the peaceful hum of a happy home. It was a jagged, visceral wall of noise—the kind of crying that has crossed the line from hunger into sheer, breathless exhaustion. One of my twin girls, Jade, was wailing in a ragged rhythm that signaled she had been at it continue reading …
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