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”Did you pack her giraffe?” Orla shouts from the kitchen where she’s packing lunches for all of us. Bottled breastmilk for Nora, a regular lunch for herself, and an entire cooler full of fat and protein for me.

”I got the giraffe and the crinkle thing.” We’re so lucky that we don’t have to take Nora very far for childcare. Elizabeth watches her two days a week across the street and my mom has been sitting with her at our ...