It hit me when we were packing up to leave the hospital. As I dressed my daughter in her first outfit and placed her in her carrier, I got an anxious feeling in my stomach. It got worse as we got on the elevator, then into the car. By the time we pulled into our driveway, it felt as if I was sucked into an undertow of dread. When I walked in the door, I collapsed on the couch and began to cry.
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