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Kate Middleton Sheds Light On Secret Pain Of New Motherhood: Isolation
My son was born in the dead of winter. The days would end before they’d even really begun, the sun edging up over the horizon only to dip back down again as if it had made a mistake.
By Faith Moore2 min read
By the time I’d be ready to go outside—the baby in his little snowsuit, me in anything that would fit (which wasn’t much) and a coat—it would be dark. Where had the day gone? I could never remember. We’d emerge, bleary-eyed, into the freezing night. Walk around the block. Head back home again. Fresh air accomplished.