The other day, I went to a meeting for work. Usually, I end up working remotely – taking calls from excited expectant mothers and fathers who need help with caring for their newborn after they arrive. We often chat on the phone for close to an hour for that first phone call, discussing their excitement and their nerves, their family structure, sometimes their journey to the baby.
But the other day, I went to a meeting, and discussed many of these things in person. We talked about the mental health of new mothers and babies, and the things that can affect it going wrong and right. I talked to a coworker about her pregnancy scare. I talked to others about their children at home, about the babies they nanny, about their own prenatal and postpartum experiences. During the meeting, I got an email from Enfamil, welcoming me to the second trimester of pregnancy (which, I figured out, was where I would be had only transfer one worked.) I am not sure how I got on that list, or why I was still on it at all.
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