More difference

As I sat with TCB in the exam room after Lena’s first-year checkup, I thought about how, a year before, I’d been sitting across the hall, crying because I felt like a complete failure. And Lena cried because she was hungry. And I also cried because nursing her was so difficult.
And now, I was crying because the difference was so big: I was feeding her for comfort after her shots, she was crying because of them. And nursing her was no big deal.

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