Following the fortunes of our heroic mother of five

It feels like the end of something. Certainly it's the end of summer, although it hasn't been summer since July. It's also the end of my maternity leave. In just over a week I will be back at work and my arms will be empty of Flora.

I count down the days I have left with her, inhaling her milky smell and kissing her almost too fiercely. "I've never seen you happier than over the past seven months,"... 

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