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  • My daughter was born when I was 36. My husband was in Italy, so I gave birth alone. She was premature - a wrinkled, pink bundle of colic and mewing sounds. I looked at her and felt nothing but the urge to pack a suitcase and go as far away as possible. There was no magic transformation, no instinctive bond. I went back to work as soon as I could.

    I regret it to this day.
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