8 days ago, I was writing a letter to my postpartum self. Today, I have a 7-day old little girl.  Our pink buddha.  Our fraggle.  I can't stop inhaling her.  I can't get enough of her little squeaks, her tiny toes.  She sneezes and the roof lifts and she farts like a trucker.  We are …

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