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“I’ve got a one-month old baby at home. You don’t realize how much your life can change from something so tiny. I knew it would be tough, but I imagined a lot of cooing, and smiles, and lullabies, and quiet evenings staring into her eyes. There’s a lot more projectile vomit and projectile poo than I imagined. I wouldn’t be in the same room with her in this dress.”