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   The silence was suffocating. Six weeks post-stroke, I'd stare at coffee mugs knowing exactly what they were yet unable to form the word "cup" - my mind a dictionary with half the pages glued shut. My occupational therapist slid her tablet across the table one rainy Tuesday, droplets racing down the window as if mirroring my fractured thoughts. "Try this," she murmured. That first tap felt like prying open a rusted vault, fingertips trembling against cold glass as simple shapes appeared: a red ci The silence was suffocating. Six weeks post-stroke, I'd stare at coffee mugs knowing exactly what they were yet unable to form the word "cup" - my mind a dictionary with half the pages glued shut. My occupational therapist slid her tablet across the table one rainy Tuesday, droplets racing down the window as if mirroring my fractured thoughts. "Try this," she murmured. That first tap felt like prying open a rusted vault, fingertips trembling against cold glass as simple shapes appeared: a red ci
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   The scent of spilled apple juice and disinfectant hung heavy as Mateo's wail pierced through naptime quiet. My clipboard slipped, scattering allergy reports while Aisha tugged my sleeve, whispering about a missing blanket. In that suffocating moment, I felt the familiar dread - paperwork tsunami meets human crisis. Baby's Days didn't just organize my chaos; it became my peripheral nervous system, anticipating needs before I voiced them. That Tuesday, as I scanned Mateo's feverish forehead with o The scent of spilled apple juice and disinfectant hung heavy as Mateo's wail pierced through naptime quiet. My clipboard slipped, scattering allergy reports while Aisha tugged my sleeve, whispering about a missing blanket. In that suffocating moment, I felt the familiar dread - paperwork tsunami meets human crisis. Baby's Days didn't just organize my chaos; it became my peripheral nervous system, anticipating needs before I voiced them. That Tuesday, as I scanned Mateo's feverish forehead with o
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   Sweat trickled down my temple as I stared at my reflection - tie crooked, hair rebelliously defying gravity. In three hours, I'd be pitching to venture capitalists who could make or break my startup. My usual barber had just texted: "Family emergency, can't do your 9am." That familiar vise gripped my chest, the same panic I felt when investor meetings collided last quarter. Frantically swiping through my phone, my thumb froze on that unfamiliar turquoise icon I'd downloaded during another schedu Sweat trickled down my temple as I stared at my reflection - tie crooked, hair rebelliously defying gravity. In three hours, I'd be pitching to venture capitalists who could make or break my startup. My usual barber had just texted: "Family emergency, can't do your 9am." That familiar vise gripped my chest, the same panic I felt when investor meetings collided last quarter. Frantically swiping through my phone, my thumb froze on that unfamiliar turquoise icon I'd downloaded during another schedu
