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A half-drunk cup of coffee next to a silicone baby pacifier and a wooden pacifier clip on a kitchen counter.

The Real Deal on Baby Pacifier Safety, Mold, and Sleep

When Maya was exactly three days old, I sat on my sagging living room couch wearing mesh postpartum underwear and a nursing tank that smelled strongly of sour milk, holding a screaming, red-faced potato of a newborn while receiving completely...

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