Here's a teaser:
I was 19 when I had my first daughter. The pain of labor was beyond my imagination, and the brutal back pain that accompanied it was my introduction to motherhood: the painful proliferation of things I hadn’t even considered.
I was young and probably never should have married at that age, but I considered myself mature and competent. I could do this. I’d sidestep the pitfalls my mother fell into; I’d keep an open mind and not sweat the small stuff and I’d take into account all the self-help headlines that flooded my local bookstore.You can find the entire review HERE.
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