When our daughter Susie was born, Ryan and I slipped into a routine I kept telling myself would even out. I managed the invisible list—appointments, lunches, forms, bedtime—while he focused on work. I loved them both, but I was exhausted, stitching my days tighter just to keep everything together.Everything shifted on a Wednesday pickup. Susie’s…
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