“Maybe it’s time for the fighter to be fought for, the holder to be held, and the lover to be loved.” ~Unknown I was breastfeeding my infant son when he bit me.
That bite set the stage for a deeper unraveling then I could have ever imagined. I unlatched him, handed him to my husband, and got in my car.
As I was driving I began to lose the feeling in my hands and feet. My vision started to blur, and my breathing was fast and shallow.
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