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Chapter Nine:

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Nadia's POV

The first week home was chaotic. Elise woke every two hours screaming. I couldn't lift her properly because of my incision. Julian didn't know how to burp her. Margaret intervened constantly, showing us how to swaddle, how to check her temperature, how to tell the difference between hungry cries and tired cries.

"You're both overthinking this," Margaret said on day three, finding us frantically googling "baby won't stop crying" at two AM. "She's fed, changed, and healthy. Sometimes
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