In 1970 I was on what later would be called the mommy track. I'd gone to law school, but I'd followed the conventional wisdom of the time: get educated, get married, have your children. Don't let your skills get rusty, but don't put your whole self into your work either. When the kids are older, then you get to be "you."
My son was 4, and I gave birth to an adorable baby girl. I took her home, and everything was fine. Then, suddenly, a few days later, on my 30th birthday, I started hemorrhaging--big time. I couldn't reach my husband....
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